Human Condition VII

"People of low caliber will blame others for thier mistakes" That quote didn't come from some wise individual long ago but from this mediocre writer. I believe the end of humanity will come at the hand of a liar than from a mass of people hell bent on extinction.

CYA... everybody should know these three letters by now. Most of us who work with others whom have responsibilty know what they are. If you don't, you'll want to. I was brought up with the philosophy to take responsibility for any mistakes you may make blatent or otherwise. Blaming others to save your own skin is cowardly and fucking chickenshit.

Eric

I heard the alarm in the dream but thought it was a smoke alarm. So I'm searching through out this building looking for the shut off to this alarm but can't find it. Usually I'm stuck someplace in my underwear, trying to get to my clothes. The only problems are I don't know what happened to my clothes and I'm miles away from home. I was fully clothed in this dream. I found the alarm going off and now I'm up.

I normally set my alarm for 7:15 when I have to work at 9:00. Today for some reason it was set for 7:10 but the clock was an hour ahead. So I'm up at 6:25. Oh well, this gives me time to oreint myself and I don't feel rushed to get ready. For some reason, this weekend seems to be dragging on forever. This never happens on my weekend off.

I received a nasty note on my car while at work Friday. Of course the fucking bastard who wrote it didn't leave thier name. I saw it on my windsheild, looked at it and then tossed it over my shoulder. Hey, it wasn't my garbage!! I was hoping somebody saw me and claimed I was littering. Nope. I have been parking where I have been parking for 2 years and now somebody has a problem about it. It's probably some small man who thinks they have the power to boss somebody around. Wield your power fuckhead!!! Because if I know who you are and I see you out... I'll wield my power.. right upside your fucking noggin. Blah, blah, blah..


Well to the shower I go, then off to work...

Eric

What To Make Of It...

The art of swinging... I guess I just don't get it. You see the people doing it and they are all in thier late 40's and 50's. Is this a requirement to get to retirement age? AARP approved huh?

If you don't believe me look HERE. You'll never be the same....

Eric

Is That Shit On Your Shoe???

Alright... South Dakota... Full of moron legislators. South Dakota is the first state to ban abortion and defy Roe v. Wade. Of course this little bit of legislation won't get far.

I'm pretty moderate in my political thinking. And I think that if it's attached to your body, it's yours to deal with. Once it falls off or out it's different. I wouldn't want some idiots religion beliefs droned up my ass. You couldn't get one legislator to define a sentient being if the goddamn definition was glued to their hand.

Individuals don't want some stranger telling you what you can and can't do (within the confines of the law) to your body. Do-gooders, what I call them, would shit if we told them they can't practice their religion because it does harm to the society as a whole. It's a amendment guaranteed you by the constitution.

Let the South Dakota political circle fall flat on their smug faces. This goddamn fight is going to cost everybody something before it's over $$$...


Eric

That Sure Smells Ethnic Cleansed...

Humanity is a funny creature. If someday when another entity happens to visit this planet, That will be the downfall of humanity. Divided races on a small sphere. Looking back on the history of America, race has been the key issue between humans whose only difference is a tan.

Look at it in a giant picture. The whites who claim that America is their promised land given to them by God are... delusional. This is a fact that any rational person of any color can attest too even Caucasians. These idiot people believe that whites were the first people on the planet when all truly know that the dawning of humanity happened on the subcontinent of present day Africa. Now to say that all humans came from Africa is just as ignorant as the pointy heads who claim that whites are meant to rule over darky for all time. What I am saying is that the first humans crawled out of a cave in Africa and others later on their respective continent. Now all this is a theory... just as the people of today who use verses from the Bible for personal interpretation. Self made Theologists who in essense are speaking blasphemy in the name of an agenda and voice of a person who has been dead now for over 2000 years.

Back to my topic... Listening to a radio program today I heard of a couple of 13 year old twin girls who sing songs of white power and hate. Now.. to believe in a particular belief is okay. The name of their little sing troupe is "Prussian Blue", These girls were taught by thier mother to think this way. Hitler would be on the cover of their teen heartthrob magazine. Now some would say that it's not the kids fault they think this way, the mothers truly at fault. I'll agree with that to a point. Any teaching of hate is bad in a matter of speaking. Take what happened at the World Trade Centers. American were enraged with hate towards the people who caused it. The day it happened my thought was nuke the fuck out of every Arab country in the Middle East. After a little while that notion sounded ridiculous. Now that America has forgotten about the bombing and destruction of the World Trade Center, the innocent victims lives were in vain. That is my opinion people...

Back the the evil Olson twins... Leave it to the media.. particularly "PrimeTime Live" to get the message "Prussian Blue" wanted to get out... on a large scale. News programs like "PrimeTime Live, 20/20 are sensationalism journalism. The only reason they run programming as such is to get viewers. More viewers better revenue. The media... Fuckheads.

Back in the 20's through the 60's, lynching was a common practice throughout America. Grab a black man and hang him was a sport. Why did they do this??? I can't tell you because I never had to see it first hand. A story on the History Channel said that over 5,000 black men were killed at the hands of the Klan during that time. Think about that for a minute.. Five thousand Americans killed at the hands of Americans for doing nothing over the color of their skin.

Racism happens today as well but it's not so public like the lynchings of the past. Jobs, Apartments, Cab rides are more of a way to hate these days. It has been about 3 years since my last taste of racism. An assistant director to a department were I work now made a racial slur about the way I looked. At first I blew it off, but my white co-workers encouraged me to take action. So I did with little result. I figured the good 'ole boy network might be gone but I was wrong. I take what people say at me with a grain of salt anymore. When I was younger, violence was my means of retribution. Today I would tell as many people as I can about the person exposing the cretin for who they are. A shunned person without an audience is the best punishment.

Sorry for the long and rant filled post... It was something I had to get out of me before I exploded.

Eric

Did You Smell The Meat???

Great.... Now we're going to have to smell our meat before we eat it. Gone are the days when meat looked actually dead when it spoiled. Adding Carbon Monoxide to give it a freshly new wholesome look you can gaze upon for weeks. Great plastic surgery for a fucking pot roast. I would prefer to look at truly dead than have to stick my nose in it. Maybe another ploy by those PETA people to get others to stop eating animals.

Today is Thursday and it's my day off before the 3 day work weekend. My schedule has me bouncing from evenings to days, a practice I hope ends with the next schedule cycle. Just when I'm used to the people on evening shift I jump to day shift. Oh well...

I saw a GANG of rabbits, on the way home last night, gathered in the ditch. i would expect to see deer but I saw a shitload of bunnies.

Well, I'll write more later...

Eric

Nobody Will Find Out...

Like I have said in the past, Celebrities are the quintessential dumbasses of the world. Ego makes you stupid. Look at Paris Hilton.

Another sex tape is on the verge of becoming public. This time it's Kid Rock and Scott Stapp. Not together mind you. But the two with 4 other women. I would expect it involving Kid Rock with his cousins but the wholesome Christian boy Scott Stapp??? I'm sure Jesus himself is shitting his robe screaming, "Not you Scotty, Not you!!!!!"

Like other celebrity sex tapes, which some have said that they are created and distributed to jumpstart an ailing career, the performers in the skin flick are going to court to stop the distribution of it. Nice ploy boys.

The general public loves to look at the famous fucking. When news of the tape featuring Tommy "Monster Cock" Lee and Pam "I only eat that kind of meat" Anderson, everybody needed to see. Look at the careers of the two just prior to the tapes release and look now. In Scott Stapp's case, a live on TV resurrection couldn't put a spark his no talent career. But Kid Rock... that is just an everyday kinda thing that you would expect him to do.

Sorry About The Delay.....

I'm back after a small hiatus. I wasn't able to think of anything worth writing.

Well, over the weekend.. actually just Saturday, Ross, Barry and I made a quick trip to Ft. Collins to look at a auto Ross was interested in. We were set to leave Sturgis at 6:00am. I was there about 5:50. Barry showed at 6:30. On our way...

We took the Sundance, Wyoming route because we thought the road over O'Neil Pass, @ 6785 feet were snowpacked and shitty. Speaking of O'Neil Pass, US Highway 85 crosses it making it the highest highway east of the Rocky Mountains. The tallest peak in the east is in North Carolina at 6685 ft.

The roads were horrible north of Wheatland, WY on Interstate 25. They must not like to do any snow removal in Wyoming. It was like that for 20 miles or so.

We get to Ft. Collins at about 1:00pm and go look at the car. It'a a white BMW. Ross test drives it and found that the car didn't have brakes, clutch and it ran like shit. Disgusted we leave and decide to drive back home. I'm regretting not trying to convince them to stay just to get away but oh well. We got back into Sturgis around 9:30 and decide to go do some beer drinking. There were some comedians at the Roadhouse. The cover was $5.00 and come to find out the comedians were actually radio DJ's from Magic 93.9 KKMK. Fucking local radio personalities trying to play funny. If you have read this blog in the past you know my feeling about local terrestrial radio personalities. They fucking stink. We laughed more on the road trip than we did at the bar. But since I paid 5 bucks oh well. Like I have said before... If it's free, it's probably very chinsey and not worth dick. The $99.00 cars you can buy at a car dealer are not going to be a 2006 Land Rover Discovery. $99.00 cars are as close to getting a free car as you can get.

Well... Gotta go..

Eric

The Human Condition Part V

The way you act in public tells people how intelligent you are... I think. Your mannerisms, couth, tactfulness. Now granted the way you act inside a bar, pub, club is different to a point. You'll get a little rowdy amongst friends when you drink alcohol, I know I've done it myself. At 6pm on a Wednesday in a restraunt/ sports joint.

We went out to eat tonight, courtesy of my mother in law, at a place called Rookies. Rookies is what I call a substandard type sports (not bar but they sell alcohol) joint, but the food is very good. They have the bar on one end then the restraunt on the other. There is no divider between the bar and restraunt so you can hear every conversation that a drunk redneck can spew out.

Granted there wasn't any children under 15 there tonight who would have loved to ask a parent or grandparent what the word "fuck" meant. I can just imagine the 8 years olds curiosity... "Grandma? What's fuck mean???" "Truck???".. "No grandma..." "Fuck!!! "Sorry honey, you'll have to speak up."... "aahhh Grandma, you deaf asshole, pull the shit outta your ears and listen to me goddamn it..... FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!! Then grandpa says... "Truck??? I got rid of that shitbox years ago."

Anyways, While eating tonight, the standard Piedmont/Black Hawk inbreds were drunk just a swearing up a shit storm. Now when you are sober and you are in public, swearing just sounds different. When I'm hammered it sound normal. Now I'm not a prude but when eating the ass end of the cow I ate tonight, I'd prefer not to have to listen to the President of the Royal Order of Cousin Swingers Local 203 belt out the status on the size of women's underwear that one of the holes was wearing tonight. Tacky... We did our best not to listen but the cackle on this "beauty" felt like a 16 penny nail being driven under your big toenail flat side first.

But the night was sponsored by the number 19 and the word "Fuck" in every conceivable way it could be used. The number 19 correlates to the size of dress this fine specimen of a woman has to slide into. Big hair, Big mouth and a lot of beer is just a volitile mix. Mother would be proud.

Eric

Let It Snow...

The first significant snow fall arrived here today. Of course the population starts driving like idiots. Why do people in western S.Dak have to pass you when the road conditions suck ass? Oh yeah.... HEY ROSS... We still going this weekend? If so.... when do you want to leave?????

Driving in winter conditions doesn't scare me anymore. You have to be smart doing it. Not like the fuckers on the roads today. I've only got ditch driving a couple of times... in those couple of times only once was it my fault. I rolled my dad's pickup when I was 21. Nobody hurt...

I forgot to add a picture to the last post that kinda goes with the theme the dog and cat did. It's a picture of my brother in law at Halloween last year.. Check it out.

see ya soon

Eric

And More Pictures of the Carpet Sharks...

I took some better pictures of the cat with his, obviously, favorite hat on. As you can tell he is having the time of his life, all happy and such. I also included the beagle... here we go....

Well... there you go... Happy animals..

Eric

Happy VD...

As you know today is VD. Not the unwelcomed abdominal pain type with the constant itching, fluid buildup, foul smelling odor, but the heart type. None the less Happy Valentine's Day...

Onward... I made myself a deal when I started this journal. 1. I would try and keep it interesting, 2.I would try to leave entries in it every day. Now I truly didn't think anybody except friends and such would be looking at it. Sure, I wouldn't care as much if strangers commented on it's content as much as friends but I find this medium a great way to turn strangers into friends to which was never my purpose. That was an added bonus to this.

There are days when I truly have nothing to talk about. I wish I could tell stories of my adventures at work but value my employment and the cash involved with it. It's vague to what end I may speak about my experiences in my job because I could tell a shitload of interesting stuff. I try and vague reach topic every so often when you see the title "Human Condition". Some human's are just stupid and the tales of thier stupidity should be told. I have come to the conclusion that my life isn't as bad as I thought before working in an E.R.. In the places I have gone, people from this area are the most inconsiderate, rude people I have ever dealt with.

In the statement above about not having anything to talk about... This is one of those days. Nothing of interest has happened. Except... Congratulations to Lesley W. She passed her National Registry exam to become South Dakota's newest Paramedic. Great Job Lesley!!! I told you you could do it!!!

Eric

Road Trip!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, this weekend, I believe Ross, Barry and I are going to Colorado. We usually go to Denver but again I believe it's Ft. Collins and/or Longmont. Ross is hunting for a BEAMER. A 125 i, I think. The three of us haven't been on a road trip in many years. Things get weird when we do go.

One trip, Again Ross was looking for a auto. We stayed at a Motel6 in Thornton. A place we had stayed at regularly, never running into trouble or danger. We were staying on the second floor and were woken up to a scuffle outside our door. I peeked out the thick out of date curtains to see this guy being pummeled by 4 hispanic dudes. I would have called them gentleman except for the fact they were using a 40 ouncer bottle to crack this fuckers skull. From the brief moment I looked they had hit him 4 times. I'm glad they didn't throw him off the balcony because my car was parked almost under it. I'm not sure my insurance agent would believe me when I told him that I had a Mexican hood ornament on my car now. I would have been more stylish down in Colorado than here.

Another time, we were to call this guy's pager. Looked like we were buying drugs.

Another time, we went without Ross but with my brother and his wife at the time to buy him a car. We find a car in a lot and call the number. We told him that we would meet in an hour or so. Upon arrival, the place is crawling with Asian's and Mexican's. We look the car over to find three different plates from three different states in the back. We hurrily left...

Ross and I took a trip down to buy an SUV for him. He couldn't make the deal until the next day so we got a motel room and left to go eat. After eating we return to the motel and watch a movie. After the movie the news comes on the top story was a massive snow storm expected to hit that night. So we decide to go back home. As Ross returns the key, I waited in the car. Then I realize what it looks like to the clerk as Ross returns the key only after a couple of hours. Two dudes get a motel room for a few hours.... then leave..

I'm hoping this trip is uneventful....

Eric

Okay,okay Jenny.... The Shark Cat..

Now this looks much better in person. The little bastard was a squirmy little fucker...

He wouldn't sit still and I couldn't get quality pictures. As you can tell, he's not happy at that moment.

I'll try retrieving more later. He wouldn't sit still so my daughter had to hold him. With the head deal attached to him all he would do is back up, funny as hell. I'm going to Colorado this weekend, I'll stop by PetSmart to find more goofy outfits. Later...

Eric

Back Again...

I'm back from the mini-conference in Spearfish. I'm so much smarter now than I was on Friday.

As I sat listening to lecturers talk about the subjects that they were asked to present. A few would ask for audience answers. Some questions were basic some more complex. The people sitting in front of me were from Keystone. One of them is Connie, a nurse I work with in Rapid. Next to me across the aisle were some uber medics. Uber meaning they live their existence EMS. Everything they had on had a blue star on it and were emblazened with the letters EMS. This affliction usually hit the older EMT's. They work on the Spearfish ambulance crew. I hope not to end up needing medical care in Spearfish if these two yokals are working. Husband and wife teams just, in my opinion, detrimental to patient care. No different than a couple who sees each other. My opinion. Anyways... listening to these two crystal clear morons answer questions, it got to the point that Jager and I were saying, Ahhh, NNnnooo...."

It was fun seeing all the people you see two to three times a year.


Eric

The Weekend is Here...

Well... The weekend is here. I was supposed to work but have a mini-convention in Spearfish Saturday and Sunday. I'm short on re-certification hours for my National Registry status. At least I'm not working.

I took time off a couple of months ago to attend this convention in Big Sky, MT. That fell through because lack of interest from others that i thought would want to go. Problem is, I took time off for the days of that convention. So in essence, I have 5 days off. I told them at work that if they had any needs what so ever to call me.

I'm searching for hotel/flight packages (already) for the EMS Magazine National Convention in Las Vegas in Sept. The convention/trade show is at the Las Vegas Convention Center which sits next to the Las Vegas Hilton. I checked prices to stay at the Hilton. I'd have to sell one of my retinas and throw in a kidney to stay there. $2,500 for flight and 5 night stay. The Sahara is a mere 4 blocks away from the Hilton and flight/hotel for 5 days is a mere $$550.00 Common sense tells me that walking 4 blocks will save me $1950.00. Hmmm help me out people what should I do???

Speaking of common sense, or rather smarts. While at work today I picked up a scratch pad and looked on the back of it. Somebody did some simple multiplication on it. Here is what they had... 12 X 5 = 50. I thought that I'd at least see that they attempted to scratch over the 5 in 50 with a 6. Nope... So, me being me... I highlighted the equation with a highlighter, in large letters wrote "WRONG!!!" beside the math and beneath the erroneous conclusion wrote, "Buy a calculator". Now tell me, was that mean? If you said "Yes" to that question, I'd tell you, "Well, too fucking bad!!" If you have to figure out 12 X 5 on a piece of paper... you deserve to be berated. I probably wouldn't have given it much notice BUT... They person who obviously wrote it down works in a place where math is essential.

It's windy as hell outside and it's cold. Driving home from the job tonight was a nightmare. People are just morons when it comes to driving in winter conditions. When the road is one large sheet of ice, they drive as fast as possible but when they snow blows a little across the road they slam on there brakes like a kid is running out into the road. AAARRGG!!!

I'm going to put the kitty in the shark suit tonight and grab pictures... Stay tuned.

Eric

But It Looks Human...

It's funny how our species tries to make other species like humans. There is a certain comedic value to it. Now as seen in the flickr page to the right, I'm particular to the canine. I like an animal that takes the time to get up and sit to greet me when I get home. Cat lovers will tell you that dogs are the brown nosing pleaser whores of the animal kingdom... Okay I'll give them that but... a cat can't wake me when my house is getting broken into.

My dog is a beagle. If any of you know, a beagle is a pack hound meaning they are best in packs and they bark... well more like a howl and they do it loudly. Now Zeke's been with my family since he was 9 weeks old. He's a Westminster, Colorado born puppy. Zeke will sometimes exhibits some human qualities. Of all the dog breeds out there, the hound has the best facial expression. The only thing bad about a hound is once they catch a scent of something worth investigating, that is their main best purpose and they don't listen. Zeke has escaped many times.

No matter what you hear from others, the beagle is a very smart and stubborn animal. I know when the little fucker has done something bad because he doesn't greet me when I come home and he's peering at you from a dark room or just a bit out of sight. My dog thinks he's getting away with stuff too. If my Daughter has candy in her room and he gets ahold of it, he won't just eat it. He'll come trouncing through the living room tossing it into the air, thinking we don't see him. Now I said the breed was smart but he lacks common sense.

Lately he's been getting into the garbage which just pisses me off to no end. Marnie's right when she says it's because he's inside all day while everybody's gone and he acting out.

I got off subject now I'll get back on... The reason I was talking about the humanizing of domestics pets correct? We found a halloween costume in a bargain bin someplace and bought it. The costume is a shark costume where only the face is peering out of the sharks mouth. I thought this should be priceless. Unfortunately, in our twisted nirvana we didn't look at the circle around the S meaning for a small pet. Luckily, it should fit the cat. When I get pictures I'll post them hastily.

Is is degrading for your animal to be the subject of your personal hilarity. I think it is as long as the animal isn't hurt in some manner. When I was a stupid kid, we would put a piece of tape on our cat's foot and watch him jiggle it at the speed of light to get it off. I wouldn't think of doing that now mind you. I did notice that they sell booties for your pet if they are out in the snow... same concept I think.

Well, as soon as I get the cat into the shark outfit... I'll post them,. Until later..


Eric

Yellow Fever....

Check out this video... Funny I think (tack in Yoda voice)
It's called Yellow Fever . I found it on hey freaks site.

E

I Wanna Be A...

Think back to when you were young. What did you want to be when you grew up? The standard answers from a little kid are a Fireman, a Police Officer, and Astronaut. Mine was the last one, Astronaut. So in those innocent years of playing outside in the backyard, pretending to blast off to some distant planet, things were good. Everybody else wanted to be a Fireman. I would say, "Firemen, who wants to be a Fireman, Not ME!!!!!"

In school, you take the quizzes that match you with a certain career and for those few weeks you truly believe that you are going to be handed that career in that specific field. Mine was Forestry Management. Cool!!! Outdoors, fresh air... wildlife. What they don't tell you what Forestry Management entails. Management is Latin for paperwork, a desk and a goddamn phone that contunuously rings. On the plus side you get to order around underlings but after awhile that probably gets old.

As I got a little older, I noticed how young girls went ape shit over famous rock and roll folk when they played in front of them. Cool!!! The Traveling, The money, the wildlife... What you don't see are the strung out, drugged up skinny dude who can't get an erection anymore because the only veins, that haven't collapsed, that you use to shoot up are in your dick. And the medicinal drugs that you have to take because you are Hep A,B,C positive. I still play guitar without the dream of multiple sex partners in some motel room thousands of miles from home. I know what your saying.....

Fast forward to a couple of years ago. When I was younger I had no desire what so ever to anything in health care. I didn't like the sight of blood, the stank of another person's shit would put me close to death, needles, oh my god, needles (another viable reason the rock & roll magnet never stuck), and sick people in general. My father in law paid for an EMT class and asked if I would go and I agreed thinking that it sounded interesting but hmmph. As the class went on I got more into it. The blood and guts weren't as bad as I thought they were and the clinical in the E.R. caught my attention.

After I passed the tests and was official I was working for Pepsi Cola as a service technician. Health Care became more and more of a thing for me. It's a career field that will never cease to exist because people will always get sick. The thought of quitting a great job at Pepsi never crossed my mind. I did quit and took a large pay cut in the process but am happier in my job now. I work in an Emergency Department with great co-workers and stuff. I'm Happy!!

To the punk kid who wanted to be an astronaut and definitely NOT a fireman!!! I am a South Dakota Certified Fire Fighter of 3 years... Who'd a thought huh?


Eric

Places of Interest...

When you travel, you usually have a start point and a destination. Things along the way are a bonus to get to the end of the trip. The more you see the better the experience. I love to travel. I always have. Since I was a kid it was drilled into my being because my father was in the Navy and we didn't stay at one place for more than 2 years up until I was 7. If you think that 7 years isn't that long... ask your 7 year old son/daughter, neice/nephew. I lived in 5 places before I was in 3rd grade. Now I'm not saying I resented it. I believe it made me appreciate all that there is on the journey. I can't ever recalling myself or my siblings ever saying " Are we there yet???"

Over the Christmas holiday of 1999, the family made a trip down to Las Cruces, NM to spend Christmas with my sister-in-law and her family. We were there 4 days and I really enjoyed it. I think I enjoyed the journey more, no offense to Tim and Beth. Along the way, there were places I wanted to see. I only was able to see one. The VLA at Socorro. I have a certain interest in things involving science fiction, (Call me a fucking dork) If you do not know what the VLA is... I'm going to tell you.

The VLA (Very Large Array), one of the world's premier astronomical radio observatories, consists of 27 radio antennas in a Y-shaped configuration on the Plains of San Agustin fifty miles west of Socorro, New Mexico. Each antenna is 25 meters (82 feet) in diameter. The data from the antennas is combined electronically to give the resolution of an antenna 36km (22 miles) across, with the sensitivity of a dish 130 meters (422 feet) in diameter.

If you have seen the movie "Contact" with Jodie Foster, a large part of the movie is filmed at the VLA. When I suggested it to Marnie that we stop and check it out, she thought they were home satellite dishes like DirectTV or something like that. I tried to explain to her what they were and how big they actually were. She wasn't too happy to find that we had to drive 50 miles out of the way to go see them. I think she was impressed at the size of them when we could see them from the highway. After I told her that there wasn't any type of charge to see them, things were good. You don't realize how big they are until you actually see them. It was a great experience for me.

Another place I would have loved to see while down there was the "Trinity" site. The "Trinity" site is the place that the first atomic bomb was detonated. Unfortunately, they have limited tours at specific times of the year.

While in Las Cruces that Christmas, we thought that there would be absolutely no chance of snow and that it would be weird to have Christmas with it being warm... Of course knowing us, shit just doesn't happen the way we think it's going to happen... It snowed 2 inches on Christmas Eve in Las Cruces.

Well... GNite all...

Eric

Pulpit or Soapbox...

What do you say at a funeral? Do you praise the individual in the casket? Their accomplishments in life, the life that the person brought by being among us, the family of the deceased? I'm not sure... but I have been to a few funerals and I understand that it is not a place to bring up certain subjects. Apparently I was wrong when it comes to politicians.

Case in point... Caretta Scott King's funeral today. Many famous people attended. The likes of (egad..) Oprah, Jesse (I can't receive a break) Jackson, Jimmy Carter, The Clinton's, George Bush and Laura, and countless others. To say that these people actually cared for the dead person in the casket is ... most likely marginal. The reason heads of State, politicians, actors, and other swine are seen at these high dollar affairs is strictly for a photo opportunity. To say Mrs. King was actually chummy with the likes of Oprah... I don't think so. From what I have seen in the woman, she had too much class to degrade herself to Oprah's level. Oprah is a television icon and nothing more. She has neither help society or changed the forward movement of time. Most in the entertainment industry are like her.

Now... the country, understandably, isn't fond of the direction the country is vectoring with all that's happening in the Bush administration. Hell, I'm even disappointed. But there is a time and place for the trash talk of partisan politics and a funeral isn't one of them. Has the political climate worsened so much that members of a opposing political party to use a funeral to push an agenda? Tactlessness and disgusting. I didn't think Democrats, or any party for that matter, could bring themselves down to pond scum level with the antics played out at a funeral. These people knew that George Bush was going to be there and used a dead woman's funeral to give him a tongue lashing.

Now let's get something straight here... before any left wing nut job tells me to shut my fucking mouth and fucking die, I am, in no way, defending George Bush. I am trying to conveys that politics has reach a new low milestone with the antics of partisan politics today by left leaning people. I would be saying the same thing if it were the right wing shit bags doing the same thing. A funeral is a sacred event that should be about the life of the person who is dead, not the political attributes of the current political administration.

I figure since the circus funeral of Mrs. King was played out on television and the people who had words to say knew it. Nobody has ever said a celebrity or politician was smart... Kanye West can attest to that. With the advent of the celebrity and mass media, you can't trust the empty face speaking to you through your television. Celebrities are self centered and will do anything to make sure that they are the center of attention because they need the next job and the cash that comes with it. They both PRETEND to care about something. Nothing a celebrity has ever done can be said to extend the betterment of humankind. If you can find one... let me know and I'll be the judge on whether it is a fact or not. I have that right because this is MY site.

In conclusion... leave it to wealthy, affluent, white America to fuck up a funeral of a black lady. The sad part is most black politicians are defending the people who spoke today. Again, blinded by the seething political climate and losing a chance to honor a fine person with praise and glory. When will these fuckers ever learn?

Eric

Sandwich Handling...

After eating an egg salad sandwich today, of course, I got to thinking. (I tend to think to much after this...) Where do you take your first bite on a sandwich? I'm talking about square bread here not your typical burger bun. I tend to start on a corner.

Another mundane question... Do you peel the crust away before the bite? or do you eat the crust.

Eric

NNNyyyaaahhh..

Since I slept most of the day away, I'm having trouble going to sleep.

I'm glad I added the tracker to my site. It's interesting to see who visits. Most of you are lurkers. Even though you do stop by... don't just leave, leave a comment or hello or fuck you.... something, I don't care!! I am a lurker sometimes. I check my tracker to see who has stopped by and it usually tells me and I click to visit them. I get some interesting people checking me out.

This medium is truly the neatest thing to come around. If you would have told me that a thing called a "Weblog" would come around for all to read, I would have said, "What???" we live in a great time. A time where new things pop up overnight. Most of them are insignificant but some are. Who would have believed that reading the daily happenings of somebody you didn't know would interest you. I guess the reading of somebody's diary would be facinating but they don't want you doing that. This deal.... blogging, you want people to read what you have to say, regardless.

The way things happen these days is a lot like the music happenings in the late 80"s and early 90's. Take Nirvana for instance. They happened overnight and put alot of long haired musicians outta work. I think that is pretty powerful. Something new will probably replace this medium in the near future.

But for now... I'll keep making absolutly no sense whatsoever now for all of you to think to yourselves... "That son of a bitch is one strange motherfu...."

Good night all...

Eric

A Super Suck Ass Bowl...

Everybody had it picked right... Pittsburgh was going to win but "fucking" come on!!!! Officiating in the No Fun League has become ridiculous. The rules of the goddamn game have become ridiculous. But... what a better way to waste fours of your life though. I will never get those four hours back.

The NFL has become so big because of marketing and hype, they have the American public buffaloed into thinking it's a quality game. Back in 1975, it was a quality game. Take the NBA. Add bad hip hop background music to grimacing faces slamming a pumpkin in a wicker basket. There is nothing badassed about the NBA. Why anybody watches it is beyond me. And the funny thing? The NBA Champions also call themselves "World Champions" when the same fuckers lose at the last Summer Olympics.

NASCAR.... Hmmm... Here's another "sport" that's kinda dumb. Drive in a counter clockwise circle for 500 miles. I can drive along an interstate system for 500 miles on one set of tires no less and actually get somewhere. Go Dale Jr. A sport created by criminals... lovely!!! And they call themselves World Champion when they win.

MLB.... Baseball, America's past time. A sport that used to be genuine, now filled with juiced athletes that can jack the ball between states. No longer an American sport because they fish for players south of the border. Yet they still call themselves World Champions when they win. They play baseball like mad fuckers in the orient you know....

NHL... I'm not going to say anything bad about these crazy bastards. When the ref lets defensive men scrap it out until one player falls to the ice, now that's a fucking sport worth watching. When another player breaks the neck of another player, that's a rough fuckin' game. In all the time I have watched a Stanley Cup playoff, not once did I hear the winning team call themselves, World Champion. The winner of the Stanley Cup is all. Every network gave up on the NHL with the exception of OLN which coverage isn't that good but at least it's hockey.

Is it American idealism or the fact that most American sports think the world is America? Probably both. The NFL can say World Champion all they want but the rest of the world knows the difference.

Super "sitting on my Ass" Sunday...

Well... the team I said would win did.. The officiating in the game was much to be desired. That's why football is down the list of the sports I watch. None the less it was better game than I remember seeing.

While out Friday night we ended up at Philly's. After I returned from picking up the daughter from work and taking her home, there were three guitarists playing rudementary blues. Rudementary blues isn't bad per say. Out of all the genre's there is to play... the blues is the simplest. Chord play is limited to 3 or 4, mostly a six bar blues rhythm and blues or pentatonic scales for guitar soloing. I love soloing to those types of blues chords because if you fuck up... nobody really knows. The musicians weren't too bad... No Eric Clapton or Vince Converse, formally of Sunset Heights but not bad.

That's the problem with guitar players being objective to the way other guitarists play. Little nuances and quirks are hard to ignore. I would give the band a positive review.

The equipment I have is a Charvel Model 3 played through a Peavey Triumph 120 tube amplifier preamped to a Kustom 125. The effects pedals I use are a Stereo Chorus and a Supra Distortion made by DOD. I've had a few guitars in my life but like the neck on the Charvel/Jackson. I had an Ibenez Destroyer I bought in California for cheap and loved the way the guitar slung.. I miss it.

I have played in bands years ago with my brother, John. He leans toward the Fender Stratocaster through a Fender Twin Chorus. He is a much better player than I but I try to keep pace.

I went to California back in 1986 to play with a group of guys from where I grew up. I met a lot of music people out there. Neal Schon of Journey, Dave Meneketti from Y&T, to name a few. The only problem with the situation out there was that everybody in the band was more into the drugs than music so I left. I had fun while it lasted.

Anyways... playing music takes my troubles away and it's something I don't need help with... it's all me.

The Voice...

Who has the ultimate rock singing voice? Let me know who you think...

A Good Feel....

I didn't see this one coming.....

Your 2005 Song Is

Feel Good Inc by Gorillaz "Love forever love is free. Let's turn forever you and me." In 2005, you were loving life and feeling no pain.

Diversity Around Us...

Rapid City is a fickle community. Sure lines are drawn between what people support and what they don't. Rapid City tries, and fails, to be a community with the different collective ideas. They neither have the smarts to try something different or are just too ignorant .

Take the Journey Museum. If you have never toured it, you are missing something. Since it's opening, The Journey has had a hard time with support from the community. They say location is one problem. I think they are blowing smoke up our proverbial asses. The location is on the edge of North Rapid. North Rapid consists of middle and lower income housing. If this were true then the Civic Center, the massive Holiday Inn would be seeing similar attendance problems.

The Journey, in conjunction with the South Dakota School of Mines, has exhibits about the geologic and early people of the region. Yes, it's no Museum of Natural History like they have in Denver but it could be similar. The people who created the Journey didn't see the big picture when they designed it. It could be much more and with additions could bring people in.

One big exhibit that would be a financial help would be an IMAX theater. The Journey instead has a movie theater type deal with a documentary film showing the history of South Dakota. Boring... An IMAX would bring locals in to see some cool shit. Revenue man!!! You can't get people to want to come back with a boring film about South Dakota.

Rapid City tries to get you to think it's a small metropolitan with the feel of a major city with all the amenities but falls way short. Take the Dahl Fine Arts Center. Fine Arts... not so. Amatuer arts yes. School play quality entertainment. Yet they get all the support in the world.

I plan on writing the Journey to hear what they have to say and if they have had considered an IMAX. I'll let you know what I find out.

By the way, The lyrics in the previous post were by the band Queensryche.

Eric

The Tune...

A child alone in daddy's room,
The gun was hidden here,
No one home to catch me when I fall,

A young man now in a private chair,
I've seen the world through a bitter stare,
But my dream is still alive,
I'm going to be the best I can

I want to be a busy man,
I want to see a change in the future,
I'm gonna make the best of what I have,
I want to write for a magazine,
I'm gonna be the best they've ever seen,
I know I'll win if I give it all I can,

I won't let go, gonna make the grade,
No, I won't let go,
To be the best man, the best man that I can,

Back street hoop star you've got it good,
You were the wonder of the crumbling neighborhood,
Now taking bids on the next six digit plan,
Showed me that my will survived,
The tragedy that came into my life,
Giving me hope and the new start,
That I have..

I won't let go, gotta make the grade,
No, I won't let it go,
To be the best man, the best man that I can,

Step by step I dream the plan,
From my chair to walking man,
This constant dream is on my mind,
Chase the light I see ahead,
Luminate the path I tread,
I live to be the best I can,

Now I'm moving forward,
And I'm never looking back,
Straight ahead, focused on the big attack,
On a roll and I'm never slowing down,
I won't be torn between,
the man in the chair, And the man that's in my dream,
I'm going to melt the two men into one,

I won't let go, gotta make the grade I set,
No, I won't let it go,
To be the best man, the best man that I can



Name it, Eric