Thursday, November 15, 2007
Rawk!
Today I saw a minivan with a Slayer bumper sticker. This strikes me as funny.
Move along.Labels: Random
Monday, September 10, 2007
Excerpt
"Perhaps the greatest relief of all, though, was that I still thought of myself as a good man. I'd assumed what had happened at the edge of the nature preserve would change me, affect my character or personality, that I'd be ravaged by guilt, irreversibly damaged by the horror of my crime. But nothing changed. I was still who I'd always been. Pederson's death was just like the money; it was there whenever I thought about it, but then when I didn't, it was gone. It made no difference to my life in a day-to-day sense unless I called it up myself. The key was not to call it up." - From A Simple Plan by Scott Smith
I'm a huge fan of the film version of A Simple Plan, and I'm rapidly turning into a fan of the book as well. This passage got me thinking about murder, a person's capability of committing it, etc. For those of you who haven't seen the movie or read the book, the first murder in both is largely an accident that gets out of control.
At any rate, living in a world where the concept of murder is pretty loosely defined - thou shall not kill except in war, the death penalty, the movies, etc. - it makes you question your values. I suppose I'm like a lot of people - I'd only kill another human being under specific circumstances: mess with my child or my wife, try and kill me, break-in to my house, etc. Other than within those parameters, I don't think I could kill for revenge. I've always thought the best revenge was to simply let people live their own lives, karma has a way of taking care of the rest. There hasn't been a war in my lifetime that I felt strongly enough about to do something over - Afghanistan coming the closest, but even then I knew we'd fuck it up, which we did.
I don't think I could be a hit man, though I have achieved hit man status on Grand Theft Auto, I don't think I could be an executioner, a soldier, or the person who orders them to kill. I have driven under the influence more times than I care to admit, which has the potential to kill. I don't currently own a gun, though I do plan on getting at least a shotgun - not so much for human burglars but those of the Ursine variety, I have the same policy for bears as I do for humans in that respect.
Anyway there's no point or moral or whatever to this entry, that quote just got me thinking is all. If anything, I'm just puzzled over the definitions of death; murder, execution, war...it's all killing. Is it all murder?
Thou shall not kill...unless you have a good reason.
Labels: Excerpt, Movies, Random
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Something....
I've got sunshine in a bag......
Labels: Lyrics, Music, Random
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Random Thoughts
Will someone bury James Brown already? According to imdb, it's been 73 days since his death, and he's still not in the ground.
"The nation's top two law enforcement officials acknowledged Friday the FBI broke the law to secretly pry out personal information about Americans. They apologized and vowed to prevent further illegal intrusions. " - Yahoo/AP
I had to check my calendar to make sure it wasn't April 1st, it wouldn't be the first time I've lost a few weeks to the pesky space-vice continuum, but sure enough, it's no joke and this is still March.
This is news???
Who didn't know this already? Show me one person who can sincerely say they weren't aware this kind of crap was happening. Just one.
For all we know, they cross-referenced everyone with an I.Q. over 75 and laid in the taps.
Sure, that leaves the chimp safe, but what about the rest of the country?
Your government is not your friend.
Labels: Music, News, Random
Thursday, December 07, 2006
96 Tears in 96 Eyes
Knee deep in reindeer, snowmen and Santa's from unpacking Christmas decorations, my daughter made an interesting observation...
"There's too many eyes in here."
Normally after a comment like that I'd have her immediately tested for drugs, but in this case she had a point. There were a lot of eyes in the room.
In the two weeks that passed since that conversation, I've found myself noticing eyes everywhere. I used to have stuff, now I have stuff with eyes. I decided it was time to take inventory.
Computer Room/Spare Bedroom - 70 full-time eyes (Action figures, cat calendar, candles in the shape of Frankenstein, the Wolfman, etc.). 2 Christmas eyes (Snowman nightlight). Total: 72 eyes
Bathroom #1 - 10 full-time eyes (Devil Ducks, various photographs). 6 Christmas eyes (Mr. & Mrs. Claus Pez dispensers, Snowman nightlight). Total: 16 eyes
Living Room - 24 full-time eyes (Tiki heads, masks, cow skull - for the sake of this survey, eye sockets count, various gargoyles and photographs). 136 Christmas eyes (Ornaments, snowmen and Santa candles, various nutcrackers.) Total: 160 eyes
Bathroom #2 - 8 full-time eyes. 0 Christmas eyes (Bathroom #2 is something of a Grinch). Total: 8 eyes
Bedroom - 28 full-time eyes (Photographs, bovine piggy bank, duck box). 4 Christmas eyes (more nightlights). Total: 32 eyes
Kitchen - 74 full-time eyes (Magnets, Lola Falana cookie jar, pictures, various animal vinegar/vegetable concoction decorative bottles). 4 Christmas eyes (A couple of nutcrackers). Total: 78 eyes
Total full-time eyes: 214
Total Christmas eyes: 152
Total eyes: 366
Three hundred and sixty-six peepers. Two hundred and fourteen of which stare back at me twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Up until a couple weeks ago I never noticed, now it seems...excessive. And just a touch creepy.
Ironically, I have a framed WWII propaganda poster hanging in my living room. It's title?
He's Watching You
Labels: Christmas, Random
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Random Thoughts
Labels: Random
Saturday, October 14, 2006
A Lesson on Art by David Lee Roth
"What's art to me is based on a simple principle I read in a book a long time ago. It goes like this: Anything that doesn't have to do with survival or procreation is art. The reference goes like this: Caveman is chasin' the Cavewoman. He's got procreation in mind. He's just about to get to her, just about to grab her little tush. Suddenly they turn, and they see that there's a mammoth comin' out of the tree line, down into the clearing, dead straight for them. Suddenly his mind's on survival. Mammoth comes hard-chargin' right up to the edge of a cliff the guy and the gal duck out of the way, the beast plunges over the edge, a thousand feet straight vertical, down to his demise. And the caveman leans over the edge of the cliff, and gives him the finger.
That's art." - Excerpt from Crazy from the Heat by David Lee Roth
One of only a couple hundred thousand things one can learn from David Lee Roth and what used to be the amazing Van Halen.
Everybody wants some, I want some too.
Labels: Random, Van Halen
Wednesday, June 11, 2003
Welcome to my Nightmare
Today started with a freaky dream about some gorilla's that lived in an apartment building by a lake and kept attacking people. Somehow I wound up in their building-it looked pretty much like what you'd think an apartment building would like like if a bunch of murderous silverbacks took over. I woke up after I saw the alter of human heads. Do normal people have dreams like this?
If reincarnation exists, what did Tiny Tim turn into?
Does it strike anyone as strange that there are thousands, if not millions, of diehard extreme sports athletes in videogame form only? Tony Hawk sold how many copies? Of the purchasers (myself included) how many would actually pick up a skateboard, much less attempt any of the "tricks?" I know I wouldn't. Granted these videogames sell worldwide, but it's kind of hard to make an argument against the "lazy American" stereotype when rather than actually participate in sports and exercise we're content to play the home version. How long before we see Mario Pilates or Lara Croft in Tae Bo Raider?
Don't even get me started on SIMS.Labels: Dreams, Random
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