Hey, this is my place. Grab a seat and relax for a bit. If you are expecting deep philosophical blather you are going to be dissappointed. You have been warned as some of the opinions discussed on this blog are the opinions of the owner and may or may not align with your own.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Road Rage...the return

I swear...I swear I have been good. I have tried the path of patience with the driver's here in Minnesota, today was to no avail. The society of dumb shit driver's must have had a meeting in Minneapolis and it's surrounding suburbs. These fucking chuckle heads were everywhere I turned today. First off was captain shit fuck that pulled out in the middle of the intersection on a yellow light to make sure he didn't have to wait. All the while the rest of us are forced to sit in place with the green our way. I pulled my truck up to this assholes door and proceeded to lay on the horn. He looked at me like I had two heads and I was in the wrong, that is until my brethren joined me in pulling up and laying on their horns. A few blocks later I ran into his wife Mrs. Shit fuck. This lady had the blond hair and the superstar glasses on trying her best to be someone she obviously wasn't. You can't hide the fact that you look like a hundred miles of dirt path with dyed blond hair and the bug glasses bitch...oh, and you can't drive worth a shit either. She had decided to pull out into oncoming traffic on a yellow light stopping everyone coming the other way, she did this while chatting on her cell phone. BITCH!!! The last run in with the clan of shit heads was the moron on the on ramp to 77 from 494. People that drive with a bit of common sense know that if traffic is backed up a bit on 494 that they should try and get into the far right lane so as not to jam up traffic up ahead. What I love is seeing these assholes cruise up to the split where you either get on 77 or go left to the Mall of the Universe and cut in. For some reason these fucks think that their shit don't stink and they don't have to wait like the rest of us. This fucker cock was trying to do just that, NOT on my watch. I saw in my rear view what this dick was trying to do so I left a bit of space between me and the car in front of me...baiting this simpleton. He took the bait and sped up to get in. I hammered the gas and blocked this jerk at the last minute sending him almost into the wall. Needless to say he saw much more of the Mall than he had planned on. As I heard his horn, I saluted him the only way I knew how and flipped this prick the bird. The cars behind me had seen my move and congratulated me as they passed further on down the road. Revenge is a dish best served cold...it is very cold in space! Sorry...Trek reference that had no bearing on this story.


Monday, September 17, 2007

The paranormal...real or load of crap???

Well here we go...a study on the paranormal. According to Wikipedia, their description of the paranormal is as follows, "Paranormal is an umbrella term used to describe a wide variety of reported anomalous phenomena. According to the Journal of Parapsychology, the term paranormal describes "any phenomenon that in one or more respects exceeds the limits of what is deemed physically possible according to current scientific assumptions."[1] For this reason, the scientific community often avoids research on the paranormal, believing that it may not conform to the standards required by the scientific method."

Many people whole heartedly believe that the other side does indeed exist. In my personal experience I have no first hand experience that would prove whether the other side exists or not. I have however been privy to information although not firsthand that could make one at least venture the thought that some things just can't be explained through normal scientific venue.

One of my favorite shows on television is a series named Ghost Hunters on Sci Fi. The thing I respect about these guys is that they go into any investigation with the intent to disprove it, not prove it. Many of the other television shows that also report on the topic of the paranormal seem intent on proving that the paranormal exists. The guys from TAPS (The Atlantic Paranormal Society) go after these occurrences with a fervor to debunk the phenomena. The footage that I have seen has made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. Does it prove anything, hardly, just that some of the things that they have documented either via video, thermo, or EVP (Electronic voice phenomena)are not easily explained.

That is all for this episode people, now I am off to bed to sleep with the light on.

Does the paranormal exist????

This will be part one of a series of my thoughts on the paranormal. Are the things that go bump in the night real? Is there something beyond our lifetime? Yoda said it best when he told Luke, "Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter." Do we transgress into something like the force? Are we all a part of something bigger than ourselves that is guided by a higher power? To tell you the truth...I don't know. I don't think anyone has any idea what happens, if anything. Through the power of the Internet we'll explore this phenomena and search for proof.

Alright...I'm back from the precipice

My last blog entry was a bit over the top along the lines of self pity. Well that party has come to a close. What the hell do I really have to bitch about? In a word..nothing, nothing at all. That was actually three words, sorry. I have a good job, great family, and a nice place to raise my kids. As for the liberal pinko / conservative pinko blather..I will leave that to those much more in the know to communicate as they are much more capable than I.

For now, the near, and the distant future, I will continue as a tick farting in a wind storm. As I have come to realize, a wind storm starts with one little tick farting why can't it be my tick fart that starts it. (At this time I would like to extend an apology to all those meteorologists that know damn well that the wind don't start due to a tick fart, it is a complex situation involving temperature, dew point, air pressure, and a great many other things.)

As for the rest of you...a brother of mine gave me some good advice recently. Always look on the bright side of life (insert whistling here). Words to live by.


Saturday, September 15, 2007

Such is existence....

Does it take any real skill to exist? In my case the answer would most likely be no. For every day I awake to find that the sun has come up yet again, I have to pee yet again, and another day of work is upon me. Existing isn't hard at all. What is hard is trying to make a difference in the world. Now everyone step back and chill the fuck out for a minute, this isn't some liberal pinko political philosophy lesson. I am not philosophical to begin with so I would never claim to have a philosophy nor the ability to philosophize (may have just invented a word there). By difference I mean the little stuff. Getting my daughter to actually use the potty instead of the diaper. Landing the concept of kicking the ball to Daddy versus picking it up and handing it to me. Those types of things...those are the hard things, even though they are enjoyable at times. I ain't out to change the world like I was when I graduated college. I had dreams of grandeur that I would have an incredible impact on the world, change things for the better. My impact on this world can be compared to a tick farting in a wind storm.

Let the smarts figure out and change the world...they are the ones that believe they can do it, whether they are qualified to do it or not. I'll keep meandering through life and take the days one at a time. One day, maybe if I am lucky, I'll retire and move north, get out of the worlds way and quietly exist until it's time to take the dirt nap.

Friday, September 07, 2007

Agghhh..will the madness ever stop!!

I tried this one interested in the outcome. I have a lot of respect for Steven Spielberg as I am a fan of his work. I think the dude from Who's Line is it Anyway is hilarious, so I don't mind that one either. Elton John...maybe if I wore the same toupee as he did...created a space in my front teeth, oh and wore the stupid glasses. Then again...how bout absolutely NOT!!! Actually...does that mean I can attach the prefix "Sir" to my name? Bloody peasant!!!!


A quiz...a quiz...another freakin quiz!!

Your results:
You are Green Lantern

Green Lantern
Iron Man
The Flash
Wonder Woman
Hot-headed. You have strong
will power and a good imagination.

Click here to take the Superhero Personality Test

A buddy of mine who shall remain nameless keeps posting these quizzes on his blog site, thereby causing me to partake in said quiz only to post the results on my blog. According to this quiz....I am a member of the Green Lantern Corps. Actually, I suppose I should be grateful as I was almost Catwoman.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

A new season begins...Go Vikes!!

Well, tonight I returned home from this years fantasy draft. I can honestly say that this year's draft went much better than last years. The thing I am concerned about is my team, not my draft team, the Minnesota Vikings. This year could be a painful one for the Vikes. The days of the superstars are gone. No Culpepper, no Moss, no Carter, no anyone really. Adrian Peterson could be a bright star, but he is untried and unproven in the pros. It sounds kinda stupid really, however there is no real face of the Vikings. I was at the final pre-season game against Dallas and it was Matt Birk that lead the team out, I like Matt Birk so don't get me wrong however when was the last time you saw a team led onto the field by an offensive lineman? Most teams, the fans couldn't name one of their offensive line. It is a strange time for the Vikings, they are a team that is brand new for all intents and purposes. I have been a Vikings fan all my life and in being a fan I have always had that familiarity with my team. This year I can't say that. I am a fan of the Vikings, I just don't recognize the team. Oh well, I will watch the games and most likely have my heart broken yet again for another season..in the end that is what makes a fan. The willingness to watch with all the hope in the world only to have it smashed to pieces. After all these years I still bleed purple.