Monday, September 29, 2014

Bad movies

So I have always loved bad movies.  Spotting a bad movie in the 80's or 90's was easy.  The cover usually was a bad photo or drawing.  The quality of the video was bad and the sound worse. The acting mostly sucked but there were a few decent actors. The real upside was that the equipment was expensive so the people using it were competent.
Here is the problem with new bad movies. The video is much better,  but the equipment is relatively cheap.  So the people using it are amateurs.  With photo shop, they can even make the cover look decent. The actors suck because the low budget is so much lower. Why spend anything on the movie when the loss will be almost nothing.
The movies don't end up being bad.  They end up really sucking.

Friday, September 19, 2014

Ten commandments crap

So a judge in Oklahoma just ruled that a plaque with the Ten Commandments on it can stay outside of a state building on state property. After it was erected the Legislature passed a moratorium on any new monuments so nobody else could add one. 
Here is my problem with all of this. Christians just become assholes for the sake of being assholes. Knowing full well that this will go to court and then continue to go into court and appeals and appeals and cost everybody money come on they still proceed to do it. Because it's their belief. I believe but they're just being assholes. they are the first ones to scream about government spending too much money or wasting money. How can they not see that this is a gigantic waste of time and money for everybody?
This Court will go to appeal and another appeal and eventually they will have to take down this monument that probably cost them $10,000 to put up and another 60, 70, 80, 90, hundred thousand to defend. I just don't know why they can't stop being assholes about it. If you question them or their motives they're just going to become even more passive aggressive assholes.
Here is a new commandment.  Quit being assholes.  It is really the only commandment you need.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Travel 2

So I flew to another city and stayed for five days.  I only brought a personal sized bag with underwear, socks, and toiletries. I was staying with friends and family.  I went to thrift stores the first day and bought some pants and shirts and a jacket.  It cost me about what it would have cost to bring a carry on bag.  Washed them at my cousins house. Just before I left, I donated them back to a thrift store.  I am now about to board a plane home with only the same personal bag. 
Traveling light is pretty awesome. 

Monday, September 8, 2014


So I am going on a trip this weekend.  I got is super cheap flight through Frontier Airlines. One of the stipulations though, is a really can't take any luggage with me without spending a lot of extra money. The things I've always told you phone is when they're going on a trip don't take luggage, when you get there just buy what you need. Go to goodwill pick up some clothes go back to the hotel throw them in the dryer for a few minutes with a dryer sheets to make them fresh and clean. It takes nothing to stop at the thrift store. I have never personally done it. But this weekend I'm going to try. I have always over prepared for every trip over packed by incredible amounts. But this time I am literally taking five pairs of socks the pairs of underwear and the clothes I'm wearing for a five day trip.
When I'm done I will drop the clothes back off at Goodwill, get a tax deduction receipt, and head home.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

The Singularity

It has been a long journey to get here.  A journey started by my parents to get us to the last of the clean zones.  They knew they wouldn't make it but they had how for me.  For what ever was left of the human race. The rest of the world is contaminated and polluted.  Irradited and flooded.
Here is the last clean zone on earth.  The only place that the winds and the forests could keep clean enough for people to live.  When we left the clean zone we were in,  there were a few thousand people left.  Half stayed and half thought it would be better to come to this zone.  I know that of the 1700 that left,  it is just me that is completing the journey.  It was a genetic game of chance and I alone won. 
Upon arrival I see the remains of the former inhabitants.  A few standing structures that did not have resources in them worth taking.  Many bodies.  What little remains of the dead tells me they were old and inable to travel. Carved into a wood plank is their story.  They decided to leave for what they believe is the last safe zone. Ours. I came to this zone thinking it was the last and they left for ours thinking ours was the last.
Still looking for a better life.  Still thinking the grass is greener on the other side.  Still looking for a way out of the shit hole we created. 
We lose.

Monday, August 25, 2014

New car

So I have been shopping for a new car. My conclusion is that everything I want in a car is not available. I searched for Subarus and Buicks,  for Fords and Toyotas, for Hondas and Chevys. To no avail. Just when I thought all was lost,  I  was driving home from some random job today and I saw the perfect car. The perfect car. The. Perfect. Car.
I got home and searched the internet for the car I spotted. The only identifying mark I could see was a VTS on the back. It took several searches. I finally found it.
A Citroen Berlingo. Not available in the States. Only available as a disabled person vehicle. Made especially for wheelchair access. Seriously. Fuck.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Anxiety at 3 a.m.

So sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night.  My mind starts going over all the bad news of the day, the stupid things on Facebook, the mistakes I've made in my life, or any regrets I have. It takes everything in me to not relive situations I feel I should have responded better in.  It's actual term is ruminatory anxiety disorder. At least that is what my therapist called it.  He also did punch to the gut therapy which I never really thought did much.   I wonder how other people who have done much worse things sleep. 
Like Hitler or Pol Pot, or Captain Kangaroo.  How do they live with themselves?  How do they get sleep? Is the rock really just such deep self delusion? It must work on a sliding scale. Like sometimes I wake up and my anxiety revolves around something at work or if that sound was a burglar,  or if the police will piece together the clues I left behind (They won't.  None of them is Sherlock Holmes. Hell, there isn't even a Columbo in the bunch. ). If I have nothing going on my anxiety becomes more about if I set the alarm or if there is enough milk for my cereal.  I'm sure if I killed a couple million people my anxiety level would just slide to that base level. I mean,  I guess I can't test that theory. I don't even have army. Yet.