The Noisy Cakehole....

Hey...

2009-12-18T15:12:00.001-07:00

I know I have left this site with no new posts. But I have started another blog at Eric's Word. Just click on the highlight and away you go.

Coming back soon...

2009-11-23T10:42:00.001-07:00

I promise..

Thinking...

2009-04-23T22:35:00.002-06:00

I am a thinker. I always have been. I think of things I've done and realize what I could have done different or changed the method of an action. Lately, I have found it hard to do things the way they need to be done to achieve success or an objective. Usually, things work out based on a certain "quick" plan and things are copacetic. But in the last 6 weeks I am finding it hard to act appropriately.

Case in point, I dated a good friend briefly, in which everything I did went horribly wrong. I knew they were wrong but being the stubborn bastard that is me, I followed through, with regret, seconds after doing them. I knew I was doing wrong and maybe my mind was ultimately setting me up to fail because of a "fate" thing. Or because I over thought things that should have been left simple. I believe the latter. Being a thinker ultimately ended a potential relationship with a person, I believe, would have been a great match and I would have been very happy with. I don't know if I was reading her non actions as a sign of a problem or a potential problem, or I should have just listened to the wee voice in the smallest closet in my thick skull to which said, "Don't worry, let things ride and reap the benefits... you stupid shit!!" Unfortunately, the wee voice was drowned out by the much larger "Thinker" voice who had no business opening it's very large piehole and forcing me to screw up.

I heard the wee voice squeek out... "I told you so you ignorant fucker..." after the last wall crumbled in on itself destroying the relationship I wanted so bad. Such is life.... My life. Will I learn from the mistakes made in the "Thinking episode"? I think so. I stop now and wait to hear the wee voice's squeeky closet door open ever so slightly and the intelligent voice to guide me to salvation. Too bad it's 3 weeks too late.

Lost....

2009-04-10T23:32:00.001-06:00

I lost...

Ongoing Story IV

2009-03-15T19:13:00.002-06:00

With no where to go, he decides to get a motel room near the Airport. The cab ride to the motel consisted of the cab driver yacking about the event that he was almost involved in. Silently, he ignores the man and thinks back to the events after finding his younger brother. After the funeral, life at home changed dramatically. His mother blamed herself, his father blamed him but mostly the boy tried not thinking about it.

His mother and father eventually divorced and the boy lived with the mother. Times were much different than when the family was together. Money was tight as his mother took odd jobs doing alterations and some housecleaning. The spoils of a family core were no longer there. Christmas was a lonely time but his mother tried making it worthwhile for him. The father he knew was no longer around. He moved from the town they lived in and never looked back.

To make things in her life easier. His mother moved closer to her origins and with the help of her two older sisters and a middle brother, finding sustainable work was much easier and some normalcy and a little structure came to his life. His cousins were older and really didn't like babysitting the younger kin constantly. So, during this time the boy applied himself to school and learning.

The cab pulls under the overhang at the Tarmack Inn. Without hesitation he walks to the rear of the cab to retrieve his luggage but remembers that it is strewn all over the runway for it was on the flight he missed. The cabbie asks, "Is there anything else I can do for you?" The man pauses and collectively sighs, "No...", then turns toward the Inn's front door.

He slides the card key into the slot on the door and the little green light flickers as he pushes open the door to room 233. The door creaks behind him and slowly shuts. The Inn used to be a Holiday Inn at one time and the smell of the room reminds him of vacations he took with his family before the accident. He drops his carry on bag to the floor and flops onto the bed. He lays for a few minute listening to the hum of the large air conditioner until he dozes off.

Maybe "I" Had A Hand In It.....

2009-03-14T10:58:00.002-06:00

Sorry I have been sluffing on my writing here but I discovered Facebook and have been preoccupied with that.. and other shit I have going. Again.. another post for another time.

Do you remember back in January when I posted a writing on the Rapid City Rush and not representing 3/4 of their own player with a Canadian flag? If you don't, check it out. I believe the date was January 21st. Anyways, I went to the game last night, They played against Tulsa and beat them with 46 seconds left. Good game. Halfway thru the 2nd period, I was glancing toward the Jumbotrom in the on end of the arena....low and behold, to the right of the screen tacked to the wall was a giant Maple Leaf adorned flag.

Ego says that I think I had a hand in that significant process but reality knows that they had it in the works but were too lazy to implement.

Goodbye Rocky.....

2009-02-27T11:08:00.002-07:00

Most of you who don't live in Colorado or don't read online newspapers probably don't know that The Rocky Mountain News published their last edition today.

I have been reading the online edition for 13 years and when I travel to Denver pick up a copy every trip. It was a very good newspaper. Unlike the rag of a newspaper that Rapid City has The Rocky was cheaper to by in print form. A concept I couldn't figure out. I will miss the online edition, that's where I got my Colorado fix when I am stuck up here.

Goodbye.... Rocky, you'll be sorrily missed...

Ongoing Story III...

2009-02-15T22:02:00.002-07:00

He sits and ponders his fate for a moment as chaos ensues around him. Trying to grasp the situation that unfolded before his eyes he doesn't know whether to be thankful for missing the flight or that his fate should have been handed to him buckled in to Seat 2, Row 6. A sickened feeling comes over him as if he wants to vomit. The mere thought that at this moment if he were sitting the 640 feet facing him on the tarmac he would be dead. A odd calm rushes over him as he sits back in the chair at the flight gate.

After awhile he walks to the customer service counter, which by then is full. People trying to receive information on the event that happened on runway 4. The man gingerly walk to the side of the counter and waves at the woman, who an hour before, seemed so rude to him. She walks over and he whispered in her ear, "Thank You". Then turns and heads toward the exit of the airport.

Seven and a half years prior He moved from Salt Lake City because of a transfer that was forced upon him. Ultimatums he hated. But the job would pay more and since the company was providing the cost for his move... why not. Single since college the move seemed easy for the bachelor. Upon arriving in Minneapolis, he made the contacts in the company and settled in. A 9 to 5'er, 5 days a week meant that weekends were for being alone.

He was active socially in college but nothing serious. He once thought he met "the one" but it was a fleeting thought. Dedicated to finishing his education was a paramount in the final two years of college. Plus he promised his mother he would finish making him the first in his family to complete college. His father was molded from the working class types of his day. Dirty hands meant a good provider and his father had them. His mother never worked outside her home. It was taboo for married females to work and his father would never have it. It was his job to provide no matter what the finances were.

The man was the oldest of two boys. A strict upbringing filled with "Yes sir" and Yes Ma'am". His job was to look after his younger brother and make sure he was safe. A duty he grew weary of fast. They would play around the yard in the summers and winters. Vacationing was for rich folk and rarely did the family go.

The two boys were always together. He would make sure that the younger one minded his P's and Q's and would correct him when he strayed. The younger one looked up to his brother and listened when he would speak to him.

One day, in the spring of his 12th year, he lost track of his younger sibling. Frantically he looked all around the house in the basement and in the attic.

"Dang It!! Come on!!! You're gonna get me in trouble!", he yelled walking out the front door.

As he rounded the corner of the house toward the back yard he noticed his brothers yellow ball cap laying in the yard. Seeing this made him furious.

"Come Out!! This isn't funny anymore!!" he screamed.

Beyond the fence in the back yard was a large lot that wasn't used anymore. On the near side of the lot there were two plywood sheets laying on the ground covering two holes in the ground. Nobody knew what the holes were used for but they knew they were deep. A lecture by the father, years prior, telling them that they were dangerous and that they should be avoided. The fence between their house and the lot was chain linked and dilapidated. The bottom of the fence was bent off of the ground and easy to climb under. A project the father said he would repair but never got around to because of finances.

Walking closer to the fence, through the chain link he noticed that the corner of the plywood
sheets was raised on one side about 10 inches with a corner dipped down in one of the holes. He climbed under the fence and walked toward the covered hole. A noise sends the boy scurrying back under the fence and into the yard. He decided to try again after he retrieved a flashlight from his room. Back under the fence he went scanning back and forth for anybody who might be coming.

Creeping up to the hole, he peeks in to see what was in there. Blackness. The boy picks up a rock and tosses it into the hole. The boy whispers, "One, two, thr...". He hears the rock clang off the bottom. The smell of oil is heavy around the hole. He thinks to himself, " It's a big tank." He slides his feet closer to the hole to shine the flashlight in. He see something bright colored directly below the opening. Still unable to make out what it is he decides to lay on his stomach and look from the opening. What he sees looks like a ratty old yellow shirt. As his eyes adjust to the darkness of the hole and he realizes that his brother was wearing a yellow shirt. The boy jumps to his feet and runs back toward his yard screaming for his mother.

Ongoing Story II...

2009-02-15T11:11:00.002-07:00

The loud speaker overhead crackles to life with a woman's voice announcing that Flight 2398 departing for Seattle is now taking passengers with special needs. He looks at the ticket to confirm that 2398 is his flight. He walks closer to the gate to be towards the front of the line. He does this because in the back of his mind he doesn't want to leave and if he is passed the ticket lady then it would be harder to turn around. He pauses, then steps out of line. He pats down his pockets. "Where the fuck.... My phone?" he thinks to himself. Frantic, he looks along his path away from the ticket gate scanning the floor. "Son of a bitch....." He goes back to the chair in which he sat looking at the other flights arriving and departing. No cell phone.

He finds a airport employer and asks if there is a customer service counter with a lost and found. The man says, "Ground level near the baggage claim." then points which direction he is to go. He scurries away at a fast pace but not running. He passes a few airport shops frantically looking for the baggage claim area. He looks at his watch and sees he has 15 minutes to board his plane. He passes the baggage claim and steps to the counter. Behind the counter, a lady in her mid 40's is talking on the phone. The man patiently waits as he eavesdrops on her conversation realizing that it's a personal call not a business call. The man dings the bell next to the computer.

She looks up and says "Give me a minute, hun."

He looks down at his watch again, 10 minutes. He looks up and tells the lady, "I don't have a minute to give you"

She looks at him with distain and says, "I'll help you in a moment."

He asks, "Has any body in the last half....." she interupts him, "I will be right with you in a moment!"

Over the intercom, "Final boarding for 2398 non stop to Seattle. "He interject, " Lady? That's my goddamn flight are you going to help me? Is there anybody else here that can help me?

The lady stares at him for 3 seconds then tells the person she is on the phone with to "Hold on.... What do you need sir?"

"Has anybody turned in a missing cell phone?' he asks.

She walks to the end of the counter, grabs a box filled with cell phones and says, "You'll have to look through here."

He brushes the lot of cell phones aside looking for his. Nothing.

"Fuck it!, he thinks to himself. Turns and runs to his gate. While running he remembers what was on his phone. Pictures from the last day with his daughter.

"Goddamn it!" he thinks.

As he nears the gate he notices the plane is moving away from the gate and the boarding door is shut.

"Stop! That's my flight!" he yells.

The gate person says that stopping the plane is impossible.

"Son of a bitch." he mumbles.

He hurries to the window to see the tail of the plane headed to the runway. He slumps in the chair. Out of his jacket pocket drops his cell phone. He looks down at the phone and sighs.

Just as he puts his hands over his face he hears a man say, "I think that plane is turning onto the runway." He looks up at the plane he was supposed to be on turning to line for takeoff. Out of the corner of his eye he see another passenger jet landing on the same runway from behind. He hears the engines of the landing plane whistle as they are pushed to full throttle. But the pilots attempts to avoid the plane on the ground are futile. The bottom om the landing plane smashes into the forward compartment of the plane on the ground. A huge fireball warms his face as the sound of twisting metal and the explosion rattle the windows in front of him.

"Holy God.... " he thinks.

He sits back into his seat as the sound of screaming people echo in his head.

Ongoing Story....

2009-02-13T22:22:00.004-07:00

He looks at the paper ticket in his hand thinking how his life took this turn. A simple man by demeanor but true to his beliefs. He never intended going back to where he was raised. He sees it as a failure but given the circumstances he couldn't bear to remember his former life. A family man for 7 years now alone preparing to board a plane to start over some place other than here. The ugly feeling in the pit of his stomach isn't nervousness but guilt and sadness as if he's leaving them in the middle of nowhere and simply driving away.

This day wasn't a planned event nor a welcome one. But if he wants to keep his sanity and his life he knows he has to board that plane. His flight is scheduled to depart at 2:37 p.m., he slides his draped coat toward his elbow to check his watch. "1:30.. the plane should be boarding soon." he thinks pondering whether to grab a quick bit before the 5 hour flight. His stomach in knots he rethinks any food. He sits in an end chair and stares out the large pane of glass watching the other flights come and go thinking of how this could of happened to him.

Just 8 months ago he was content with his life. A beautiful wife and a 6 year old daughter in the first grade. He thinks back at his family feeling the sorrow well up in his face. A proud man who was told by his father that crying in public showed weakness and he should never do it. He tries to maintain composure but the emotions are stronger than his will to stop them. He drops his head as if he is a scolded child not wanting anybody to look his direction to wonder what his problem is. He grabs the magazine he was going to read and puts it near his face as the tears well in his eyes " Why me?' he thinks to himself. "There are other people more deserving of this but it chooses me..." He wipes the tears away with his coat, looking in both directions to see if anybody has noticed him. Nobody does.

A Work In Progress...

2009-01-25T21:53:00.002-07:00

Most of you know "that back in the day" I was a musician of sorts. For those who didn't... I'm a musician of sorts. Back then we played music of the time, the 80's. Guitar filled, loud and rambunctious speaking of girls and the things that should be done to them by swarmy musician type like we thought we were. Only in persona never by action. Oh sure, we had our mill of groupie types but not the mass following that we envisioned and certainly not the action associated with... in our feeble little minds. The more we played, the more fun we had. High school dance here high school dance there. We did play a bar once in the metropolis of Kadoka though and we trashed the one motel room we got at the only motel in town. Rock Stars...... yeah right.

As I embark on my 30th anniversary of my first guitar, I have picked it up again with the help of my younger brother John. The guitar is that instrument that everybody claims to know how to play. So when you say that you play most people pass this off mostly as a minor fib and chuckle because they really don't believe you. At my job, I have told some people that I do play with the same reaction stated before. A few of my co-workers have actually heard me play and are believers. I am in the process of teaching one of them the basics and have high hopes that she continues and thrives. Go Megen.

My brother and I have been learning some music with hopes of playing at an "open mic" someplace. Back in the day, we learned what was popular and simple so we could run around like rabid monkey's on stage like the musician's of the time did. Now a days, we are learning some music of today mixed with some of yesteryear that we never thought we could learn to play. The songs sounded too technical and we were just too lazy too learn to play. As an adult, it's not about the assgrabbing but about the joy of playing it. Our progress is slow going but moving forward. I will keep everybody informed when we plan to be ready and announce it. But until then, we practice at my apartment weekly. Much fun I'm having.

O' Canada....

2009-01-18T12:39:00.002-07:00

Last night I went to our Hockey clubs match against the New Mexico Scorpions. Unfortunately, The Rush lost but none the less our guys played hard. Sure they play hard every night play. I was skeptical when it was announced that Rapid City was getting Professional Hockey. Well, with my skepticism gone I quite enjoy it. As you know, Rapid City couldn't get an Sexually Transmitted Disease and keep it with the record they have with Professional sports franchises. But that's another forum entirely.

It was after I got home and visited the club's website for stats on players did I realize something. 14 of the 19 player Rapid City has... hail from the Great White North... Canada. Why do you ask that I'm making a stink about it??? Well.. not so much a stink, more of a questionable observation. Why do we not have a flag with the big red maple leaf on it adorning our nice little rink? Just because these guys are playing here in the US doesn't mean that they aren't representing themselves and their country. Self loathing bigotry??? Probably not. An error on the Rush's mamagement.. Maybe. In all Fairness?? Ya goddamn right.

So.. next time you see an individual dressed in a suit with a name badge with RUSH above or below their name at a home game, ask them as to why we don't have a Canadian flag somewhere in the arena to show some respect to the guys whom entertain us with great hockey.

Hope It Works Out....

2009-01-11T21:28:00.002-07:00

When it comes to semi professional and professional sports in the town that I reside in, Rapid City can't seem to keep one while it's here. First it was a CBA team called the Thrillers. After a couple of years... poof... no pro basketball. Then the tried with another Basketball team called the Black Hills Posse... Poof that was gone. Then Pro Arena Football in the Red Dogs... then suddenly the team owner scoots town in the middle of the night with all the revenue and money to that venture.

And now we have Pro Hockey in the Rapid City Rush. They are part of the Central Hockey League that competes against teams from Texas to Colorado and New Mexico to Mississippi. Granted, they aren't the NHL but it's pro Hockey. Any Hockey is good Hockey. So, in this venture I decided to jump on board and support this team thus becoming a fan of the team. I have the big red R stickered on my Xterra and I bought a Rush hat. This is as close to Pro hockey as this area will get. As an expansion team, we are under 500 for a record but who gives a shit. They play as hard as they can. Whether they win or lose I will remain a fan as long as they stick around. Go Rush!!!

Holy Moly....

2009-01-08T12:22:00.003-07:00

When I was younger, the thought of paying for insurance on a service seemed like I was throwing money down the crapper. I still believe the car insurance people are the spawn of hell for what the cost are and no rebate of annual refund check for not having to file a claim. I understand that some of the money we individually pay offsets some of the costs for people who don't insure and crash into insured people. But in mind set that isn't fair to the thousands of drivers who never have to file a claim over many many years. But this post isn't about auto insurance..

Last year, reluctantly, I signed up for a vision insurance plan. I am supposed to wear glasses but never did because I didn't think I looked right in them. That was many years ago. Plus the fact that my daughters eyesight isn't perfect. Maybe I'd say a buck or two.

After not wearing my glasses for all those years I decided it was time to grow up and get an eye exam. My vision has stayed mostly the same over those years but I started squinting more and sometime that lead to mild headaches. I received my glasses today. Not a bad looking pair I might say so.

Back to my insurance story...

So, after consulting, after the fact, with some folks who opted out of getting the insurance I began to think of the logic behind it. Somebody told me that if you don't use the insurance, like the car insurance thing, you will be paying more than you would if you didn't have the insurance. So, i did the math with out the correct figures on exam costs, frames, lenses and any additional costs like scrtach-proof coating. My figures coincided correctly with the opinion of my friend. Needless to say I wanted to cancel my plan. But I didn't.

For the cost of the whole kitten kaboodle without insurance I would have paid $439.00. I nearly shit myself after seeing that figure. Speaking of that, I have a co-worker that opted out of the plan when my employer offered. She just spent well over $500.00 for her glasses and options.
Boy an I glad I kept the insurance. My total cost was $64.00. I did the math again. And you are goddamn right I saved. I understand that if you don't use the plan over an extended period, you are paying for nothing. Man... I'm glad. Now I just have to let my vision adjust to them.

I Can't Sleep....

2009-01-06T00:31:00.002-07:00

I'm finding it difficult to sleep tonight. Tons of stuff running thru my head. I get this way every so often.

Thinking of somebody I used to know who really dumped on me. You think you know somebody and then wham. Well in the end... I really didn't ever care for her.

Thinking of my daughter and the road she is going to take. She tries hard and I hope she finds what she's looking for.

Thinking of people close to me.

Thinking of moving on with my life.

Hoping my car doesn't die on me.

Thinking at times that I could start over from scratch with one exception.

Thinking of my mother... she's not getting any younger.

Wishing that family loyalty still reigned supreme... but doesn't.

Wishing I could sleep tonight.....

I'm How Old????

2009-01-04T17:47:00.001-07:00

Holy Shit!!!!!!! 42..... Holy Shit!!!!!!!!!

What Lies Ahead....

2009-01-02T10:43:00.003-07:00

With the ringing in of the New Year, for most it was just another shitty Thursday with the exception of most having the day off from work (EXCEPT ME!!!). A new year signifies a moment of change and new directions. Most will perform their annual "resolutions" for the new year.

Let's talk "Resolutions"...

Okay. The biggie for the start of all new years is to lose weight. A noble concept and for some a reality. For the drubes who start on the first with a weight loss plan make it to whatever day ends on a Friday then the resolution turns to shit and viola... back to the shitty diet. And just because the name of the product has "Diet" in it doesn't mean you are on a diet. Unfortunately... I am one of those dumb asses. So in essence... today is Friday the 2nd, tonight you will most likely go have a carb filled beer or fruity cocktail concoction filled with sugar thus blowing your alleged diet out of the water.

So the moral of my little addage is. Don't change... we like you no matter how much hail damge you have to the humungous ass of yours.

Welcome 2009...

2009-01-01T17:41:00.001-07:00

Hello 2009. I awoke today with a stiff neck and my left arm hurt.... This does not look very good.

Who Does That???....

2008-12-28T21:13:00.003-07:00

Okay, the things other people do. Sometimes totally off the wall and serious, then other time it's totally of the wall and a big joke. Case in point...

(Disclaimer: Before I start explaining the actions in this post... Be warned!! It's of a subject matter that most DO NOT discuss amongst one another.)

I am a person whom doesn't tolerate rich dairy laden foods. That's right people... I am lactose intolerant. BIG TIME!! I have an understanding and master plan for myself when I come into contact with the bowel wrenching type foods. It usually consists of, a.) Getting any consumer purchasing out of the way BEFORE going out to eat. b.) Eat in moderation. This understanding is the one that is hardest to control. c.) Getting home as quickly as possibly or finding a rarely travelled Tom Crapper device, Lew or in this day and age... Shitter. This plan usually works when I am alone. But tonight a friend was in town and took me to din din.

I am a shy one when explaining my bathroom habits. It's a personal thing and I'm sure that 60% of you really doesn't want to know about them. The other 40% are people I work with in my profession and have to deal with other human's feces on a daily basis. (God Bless all of you!! If I needed my ass wiped by anybody... It choose you guys over anybody. ((Lucky anybody))) I never thought I would ever get the courage to publically discuss this subject matter, especially people I plan to meet face to face again.

Back to Din din... I was given options on the locale of dining by my friend. Ruby Tuesday's..no, TGI Fridays..no, Chile's..no. Olive Garden.... YES! I hadn't eaten at Olive Garden in a while. I usually get the Fetticini Alfredo with Chicken. Not bad but is better at a local ristorante downtown. For a big boxed eatery such as Olive Garden.. okay. This time, I decided that instead of chicken I will substitute it with.... Italian Sausage. Okay... I break several personal rules on my "Creamy, Dairy laden Rule Book". Never add greasy to dairy. It compares to starting a BB gun fight with a 50 caliber then celebrating your victory with a Irish jig amongst the still smoldering carcasses of your former friends.

After the appetizer Zupa potato soup. (Again with the milk and sausage) and breadsticks came the main meal. A large bowl of Fetti noodles swathed with Alfredo and Italian Sausage. I can only finish half. Bloated and full we prepare to depart. Not 10 minutes after I stop eating (Mind you... I haven't left the building yet) I begin to purculate.. For those who have never enjoyed this fun filled experience.... "A Rumbly in the Tumbly" Lightning fast results. I have never had a meal pass so quickly thru my lowers in my life. Like a contracting expectant mother.

Anyways, slowly the urge subsides. My friend decides to look for a sweatshirt at Cabella's after dinner. I think quickly trying to remember where the sweatshirts are located in my mind so we can make a beeline to them then egress from there post haste. That didn't happen as quickly as I had hoped. By this time the rumbling begins and contractions start. I inform my friend that I need to find a restroom or I will never be allowed on the Cabella's premises for as long as I breathe with what might follow my delayed sit down.

Before I end my story, I am one who doesn't crap in public restrooms. That is a profession only over-the-road truckers do at seedy truck stops while talking amongst each other discussing road conditions to the east and west. I tend to be a "at home dumper" in the privacy of my own toidy.

Okay.. I enter the Cabella's Men's restroom and there stands a father with his two small children who happen to be finishing up. My panic meter rises ever so slightly. I pretend to have dirty hands so I take the time to soap lather them and slowly wash them as to not scar these two kids into a lifetime of mental therapy for the event that is impending. As they exit, I walk into the handicapped stall at the farthest end of the Men's shitter, glance over my shoulder to check if a quiet walker has entered unbeknownst, close the door glance forward at the bowel freeing seat only to discover the previous occupant's left a very large gift for the next bastard (ME!!!) half floating in the bottom of the bowl. The toilet was equipped with a "self flushing" sensor that obviously didn't think the bowl could swallow the behemoth.. thus leaving it for moi to discover and dispose of. Who The Hell Does That!!!!

Christmas 2008...

2008-12-25T17:53:00.002-07:00

Well another Holiday swirling the bowl for inevitable flushing. Did you get what you wanted? I didn't. The sentimentality of the holiday is all I celebrate anymore. The smells and sounds remind me of being young.

Anyways.... Merry Christmas all and lets hope next year is better.

Here's To The Christmas Spirit...

2008-12-10T14:28:00.001-07:00

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Have You Had Enough???

2008-12-01T16:16:00.002-07:00

I stopped complaining about the way our government did things because in truth.... there's not a lot you can do about it. Take the whole mortgage situation. Rich people help only rich people. It's been that way since the industrial age. To help a corporation with inept leadership is ridiculous. But then again... there is not a lot you can do about it.

Before last months elections, we had to hear a group of wealthy people try and convince us that they were the better of the group spouting off promise after promise that they could fix what they believed is broken in our country. What they didn't realize was that they are the ones broken. So in essence, the American voter believed a minority thinking that he was the one to create real change. Now I for one hope he keeps up his campaign promises but have big doubts that he will. Mainly because he may look like a black man on the outside but essentially is a wealthy old white guy with wealthy old white guy ways.

Now I believe that if a person says one thing but doesn't follow through with that promise they should be held liable for misrepresentation and be sued for it. Take the Clinton's of the 90's. Hillary and Bill made us believe he would have some sort of Universal Health Care before the end of his first term. That failed miserably. The mention of Health Care was never to be heard from again from them. Just think of how the campaign would sound if a few of these wealthy rich guys who become president get sued for millions and lose. Accountability for your spoken word should be like a contract. It is like signing your name to something in the fact that most likely a news camera is recording you saying it.

Obama claims to be the hero of change in America. What type of change was he talking about? White people to Black people change? He got that right. He is a black man and he defeated a white guy for President. That's a big change. I, for one, hopes he does deliver. The only thing that frightens me is that he wasn't specific on the change that he was talking about.

Remembers Like An Elephant...

2008-11-21T10:41:00.002-07:00

Yesterday, I had my boy spend the night. The boy in question is an 11 year old Beagle named Zeke. This is the first time he's stayed with me in my apartment.

I rarely go to Piedmont anymore because of circumstances beyond my control, so I hardly see him since I left home. In the back of my mind I was always afraid that after awhile Zeke's memory of me would fade and I would end up a stranger to him. Well that's not the case. He was happy to see me when I went to pick him up. Happy to go bubye.

I didn't mind standing in the sub-freezing temps last night and this morning as he did his business. Though I wonder why he takes his sweet time before he takes his nightly dump. Odd.

Anyway, I'm taking him back today but his time with me is sweet and reminds me of another time and place.

I'm Back....

2008-11-15T23:21:00.002-07:00

Sorry for the long delay. Me, being the cheap bastard that I am was leaching the internet from a neighbor who lived above me for the last few months. Unfortunately, he moved out a couple weeks back leaving me with no internet. None the less I'm back paying for it now. Talk to you soon.

Clarification...

2008-10-20T12:35:00.002-06:00

I may have offended somebody with my last post. Before people start calling for my crucifixion, I need to clarify some stuff for people who don't come here and read me.

First of all, What I write here, when it come to my bitching and moaning, is not from a person to person experience. I WILL NOT gossip about the people in my daily life. I do complain about others I don't personally know and read about in the newspaper or on TV. Occasionally, I will think about somebody I used to work with but do not associate with anymore and think of the things that they would say and believe to use to prove a point.

Second of all, This is my opinion and is open for discussion. I am always open for a discussion to possibly change my mind about something or possibly change yours. I have always believed that not being open minded clouds judgment and is bad.

So, if I have offended anybody with my textings here... Good. But don't hold what I say here against me because opinions are like assholes... everybodys got one.

Porno.........

2008-10-15T11:03:00.002-06:00

Okay, got you to look. I don't care who you are, just the sight of that word garners curiosity. Every person over the age of 13 in this country wouldn't hesitate to just take a look to see if they are going to see a glint of sexuality.

The reason I am writing this post with that word is because of a movie that is coming out with that word in the title. "Zack and Miri Make a Porno" is a movie that opens on Halloween but some advertisers are rejecting placing ads for the movie because of the word "PORNO" What the fuck has this country turned into when a non vulgar word becomes vulgar. I know why but that is a discussion for another time. The thing is it's most likely people of my generation who have become well to do do gooders with hints of Sunday morning services along side the best friend and his wife who has been secretly sleeping around on her husband. But "porno" is a bad word.

I have nothing against a stable family unit with a core moral value. Children should be protected from images of big penises and vaginas. What's killing this country and it's freedom's are the young successful suburban parents who as teenagers were smoking pot and having sex with multiple partners who as adult parents found that going to church was a social stature to show off a well designed, expensive outfit for services and a market for the husbands to scope out any lonely wife types to hit on and have affairs with.

Church in this country is attended by the same jock core groups that you saw hang together in fucking high school 25 years ago. A group of same popular dipshits who could care less about any message that a former outcast weirdo who went to secular school is spewing. Now, the wives of these fuckwads are the ones most vocal about issues with no substances and importance. To be against a word that is a real word as decribed by Webster's dictionary is just plain assenine.

The next words to be on these asshole's hit list could be: Hammering, bang or banging, thrust or thrusting, sweat or sweaty, ball or ball's, deep, suck, rim, job, blow, crank, beating and whacking. Where does it end with these fuckmooks.

This is the article I am referring to... Filthy Porno Word

After reading this I, of course, rolled my eyes then decided to rant to you about it.
What are your thoughts......... You can comment to this post.

Hello... Is Anybody In There...

2008-10-15T09:29:00.003-06:00

I know very few people come read what I have to think about. I attempted a new project with little success. A picture blog with my rubber gorilla. I have the link up to the right but since nobody comes here anymore they don't go there. From the start of this blog, and the sentiment of most, posters enjoy comments and the fact that they know people come to read and comment your posts. That doesn't happen here anymore.

So, with that. This blog will end Oct. 31st. It was a good three year run but interest is running out. I may start a new one under a different monicker... but that looks doubtful. I will post until the end of this month. Peace...

Hey Buddy... You Got The Time

2008-10-11T19:13:00.002-06:00

Lately, I have been fascinated with, of all things,... Time. It's more precious than gold, More valuable than money and once you lose it, you can't get it back. It's funny how people say they are "killing time..." when actually it's killing you.

I spoke of a movie that the plot centered around time and ones quest to stop it. How he would stop at nothing and would destroy worlds to get to it. Even though the movie was fiction, one can only dream of stopping it at a certain moment and to stay in that moment forever. For me, it was when my daughter couldn't get enough of being around me. That was perfection. There are others that come close but nothing compares to that for me.

Right now, I'm eating a fried egg sandwich... and that is taking time from me. Peace.

Okay....

2008-10-07T21:33:00.001-06:00

Pictures of the gorilla in Europe.... Click the "Jack's Travels" link in the previous post.

Okay... The Ball Is Rolling....

2008-10-06T12:46:00.003-06:00

I'm a goddamn procrastinator to the Nth degree. I say one thing and do another.

Finally, I got the rubber gorilla's pictures on a blog site. Not the one I intended but an easier manageable one. I started with pictures from last years trip to Las Vegas. Tomorrow I will get the latest ones up.

My brother just returned from a trip out of state and I will be getting them up too. I promise to.

Check them out at: Jack's Travels

Call Me Ishmael... No, Just Crazy...

2008-09-28T20:00:00.006-06:00

Okay... one of my main plans this past summer was to go camping. Unfortunately, that didn't happen but once. That occurred just a couple of weeks ago with co-workers. This past Friday I decided to go it alone. I found a book that looked interesting and away I went.

Well... I should have known with the way things went before leaving town that trouble may be lurking. I had to turn around and do the things I planned to in the first place 3 times thinking that I was ready to go. The plus about one of the turn arounds is that I saw my landlord at the Safeway and I gave her next month's rent. Hooray for me!! I'm housed for another month.

Upon getting to Roubaix Lake, in between Pactola Lake and Deadwood, I noticed that where I wanted to camp had a fucking closed sign at the entrance. Not to get discouraged I found a semi alright spot at the entrance of the campground that was opened farthest from the lake.

I'm going to kinda get off of the camping subject [kinda] to bitch about the way the forest service closes campground too early. What the hell do they do that for. If you agree to pack out what you pack in they shouldn't close that premo spots. And so the fuck what if the stupid campground host has left to go back to Arizona or Florida. We are adults and can police the campground for young punks and their all annoying little bitches. Just lower the age in which you can slap these little fuckers and they will stay in line. To my understanding, Isn't the campgrounds Forest Service property thus making them owned by the United States Government to which we own because of the anal raping that happens when they take taxes from me. So in essence, WE own them and should be able to use them anytime we goddamn well want to... I'm I correct on that diatribe? Let's write some rich white man who represents [sic] us and give him or her a railing!!!

Okay... I unload my stuff from the short bus and begin setting up my site. I set my tent and stuff. Now comes the hunt for firewood. I find a downed tree over a little hill, take my $3.60 hand saw, purchased from Menards, and cut 8 logs approx. a foot and a half long and ruck them back to my site. Using the hatchet borrowed from Rosie, [thanks Rosie, I need to buy my own hatchet] I decide to split the logs to make more kindling to burn. I give the first log a healthy whack and it splits down the middle. As it splits, there must have been at least a cup and a half of rain water in the middle of the fucker. Hence.. wet wood doesn't burn very good. So I whack the rest of my haul in two which produced a little under a gallon of rainwater. I thought to myself, "Only in the Black Hills..." I tried to get that wood to burn to no avail. I did smoke the fuck outta the campground. Good thing I brought a propane stove. Once the sun went down I retired to the tent to read a book. After 12 pages or so, I fell asleep reading with both headlamps on. I wake an hour later to dim lights. Again... lucky I brought extra batteries.

If you have never camped in the Black Hills in a designated campground, you will notice that the ground is covered with sharp little rocks and shale shards. I thought I found a relatively safe, even spot to pitch the tent only to be woken to a sharp pain in my hip and back. Little sharp rock!! No biggie, I just rolled the rock by pressing it to the side of the tent. Fine... no more rocks. I didn't see that my tent was at a slight incline and as I slept I kept sliding to one end on the tent. Finally, morning... My adventure ends. The guy across at another site stops on his ATV and asks me, "Did you sleep good last night?" I reply, "Yeah, it wasn't too bad." He procedes to tell me he could hear me snoring clear over at his camp site a good 75 feet away. How embarrasing.

Anyways... camping should be done with more than one person. It makes the experience a lot better. Here are some photos of the little campsite that could....

I'll start camping a little earlier next year...

The Gorilla Is Back...

2008-09-24T23:12:00.005-06:00

My rubber Gorilla is back on top of my TV. Patty, Ross and her clan returned from a successful trip around Europe. Many pics to show. Thanks to Patty, Ross and her family for taking the time to start a new cool project. Since Patty was the first to take him on vacation, she got to name him..(and the rest of you lazy bastards didn't even try) His monicker is ...."Jack". Simple but sweet.

Check out his photo blog starting Friday the 26th. You can go there now but there is only introductions. Blogroll him dammit. You can see Jack in all his glory at Jack's Travels.
Happy travels....

**Update** Things are going slow with the photo upload. They should be up soon...

What The Fack??????????

2008-09-23T18:42:00.002-06:00

Okay, I usually don't talk about the business I do when I go into a restroom. they are not a favorite place to be for anybody. that's why the are aesthetically white in color and do'n't have dilly dally stuff in them such as a expresso counter in them. Do what you have to do and go.

I usually have to go (take a leak) when I go to big retailers. Never fails everytime I enter one this invisible gravitational force takes hold of my bladder and shakes it to the point that I have to go. Most guys look down when they pee, what else is there to look at?

I'm not grossed out at a lot of stuff. Working in the Medical field you see some of man's (and women's) worse stuff. And... it's coming out of them. So, nothing bothers me. I know people who used to clean motel room and freak at the sight of a wirery black pubic hair in the bottom of a shower. Lately while peeing I have noticed a large amount of shedded pubes lining the edge of urinals and around toilet seats. Maybe it's like a winter fur to people. As the season's change we molt off the summer pubes and grow thicker more durable warmer pubes for winter. Well whatever it is it's nasty. Ewww.

Love Lost....

2008-09-22T21:42:00.002-06:00

It's peculiar when you are young and think that the boy or girl you think you love will be with you the better part of 50 years. Think about 50 years and that is a very long time. When Marnie and I started dating back in 1988, I was far from loving her just for the fact nobody that young knows the true meaning. Boyfriend/girlfriend dumb. Of course, what your feeling is infatuation then that later turns to affection then along comes love. Now mind you that is my thought and wasn't picked up in any book or advise from people.

We didn't look ahead to 2004 when our marriage started it's decent or 4 years later when we would both be dating other people. Marnie tells me that she was the most loyal person I could have known and I believe her. She was a great wife and best friend. If I could see then what I see now things would have turned out different for us. We did make a great couple and were good at what we did. The blame lies for our demise with me and me only. I got comfortable in the fact that the way things were suppose to go in a marriage was like my father and mothers marriage. As a kid you see things different and you miss the nuances of the mechanisms of marriage. My father was the bread winner and my mother stayed home. He ruled the house and my mother backed him no matter if he was wrong or ultimately right. My household didn't consist of that. I look back at my ways of the household and see many things I did wrong. Communication was the biggest one. I assumed that since I was home after work that's all that needed to be done for our little household to work. I was ultimately wrong.

I tell everybody who asks that I did enjoy being married to Marnie. She was good at it and that felt comforting. Things we did I will miss. The memories will fade over time but I keep a few fresh by thinking of them often. Just because we no longer love each other doesn't mean you can't look back with fondness at good times. We did have a lot of good times.

No man can honestly say that mistakes made that end a marriage will not be repeated. I hope in my future that I can try the best I can from the mistakes I made and hope that I don't have to go through this ever again. Marnie was the first true love of my life and have been told that you always think of your first for the rest of your life.

I have been truly blessed to have been part of her family and loved by them. That is the hardest part of my situation. I believe that Marnie has moved past me and is ready to begin her life anew. Thank you Marnie for loving me and caring for me. I am truly sorry for all the grief I have placed upon you.

Eric

I.Q. Really Means "Idiot Quotant"...

2008-09-21T18:47:00.002-06:00

I've heard somebody say that "Everybody is intelligent in their own way." While pondering the said quote and basically thinking, "That's goddamned stupid..." The quote was obviously started by the mother or father of a dumb shit and to build the little bastards self esteem because others around the child kept saying, "Man, You're fucking stupid, arn't you?"

Years ago, I worked as a sawyers assistant at a truss manufacturer. Granted, to build shit repetitiously doesn't take a rocket science degree to do. Show em a couple of times and viola. Well, the job was easy and the money (at the time) not so bad. Plus, you were paid weekly. The group of guys who I worked along side were good time guys. Meaning they were experts at easting, drinking and smoking. Now, I'm not cutting the business of laborer work down. It is honest work and a lot of folk do it. I'm basically talking about the group of chukkerheads I worked with.

Working with wood you will end up cutting it and the byproduct of that is waste, wood that is too small to utilize and is thrown out. The "waste" were dumped into boxed from the saw conveyor, a long belt similar the the ones you place your groceries on before the check out lady rings it up. This conveyor ran continuously. The boxes the waste fell into was a 4 foot by 4 foot wood box with a height of around 3 feet. When the box became full, they were picked up with a fork lift and dumped into a large dump truck. When the Bucket of the dump truck was full... off to the city landfill. This was something that happened 2 to 3 times a work week.

When a volunteer asked if they could go to "the dump" to empty the truck, they drove the 4 miles to the Sturgis landfill. While there, the guys would scavenge. You know the saying, "Another man's junk is another man's treasure." You get it. These guys would bring back thrown out stuff like banged up bowling balls and pins, basketballs with a slight warp to them, alumunum softball bats and that sort of stuff. One time they brought back a black bowling ball. They played around with it in the work area which was a large open building with overhead doors. They would roll it the length of the building and try and hit you in the ankle with it. Well, it didn't take long for these guys to grow bored with it and it ended up outside in the lumber yard. The saw was situated at the west end of the building and during summer we would leave the overhead door open to keep from dying of heat stroke. I noticed the bowling ball halfway between the building and the racks of 2x4's. Arlon was the guy who ran the floor truss press. The press is a table about 20' long with two large rollers that would roll along the length of the table pressing the "clips" that sank into the wood securing the wood together. I noticed Arlon walk out to carry some boards back from the yard. He walked by the bowling ball and glaced down at it. On his return back to the shop, he stops about six feet behind the ball mimicking that he was going to kick it. I then yell for Dan who also worked on the saw with me.

I said, "I think Arlon's going to kick that bowling ball."

Dan replies, "He fucking dumb but not that stupid."

I then say "You need to check this out."

Just as Dan walks up beside me, Arlen steps toward the bowling ball as if he was playing kick ball. With his teeth clenched he kicks the bowling ball thinking it was going to launch in to the air. Upon contact, his ankle buckles to the left and his toes bent down. Dan and I say, "Oooo" Arlen falls to the ground writhing in pain holding his right foot. Dan and I wander out toward Arlon to check his situation. We ask him why on God's green Earth would you boot the bowling ball. He mutters, "I thought it was a basketball bladder."

The Wrong Devil....

2008-09-20T19:22:00.002-06:00

Okay... you have heard the monicker "Guns don't kill people, people kill people."? If you were to break that down to the purest form, neither people or guns kill people. It the bullets. Break it down farther and bullets don't kill people either... kinetics kill people. From bullets to drunk drivers. Bombs to baseball bats. Kinetics are the menace. Without kinetics, we would live in a virtual safe world. Things would slow down considerably but none the less no harm would come to people plants or animals.

Let join efforts to combat this menace in our society. Kill Kinetics!!!

Camp TipACupa..... That's How I Roll....

2008-09-17T12:03:00.002-06:00

Camping is fun... at least to me it is. Add alcohol and fun folks... even better. Last weekend, friends from work had a fun time with a camping outing dubbed "Camp TipACupa". I'm guessing it's the last time many of us can go camping until next summer. With the weather patterns being all unpredictable, I was weary about camping in the Black Hills in the middle of September. Lately, It gets much cooler in the evenings but not last weekend. It was perfect. And a full moon to boot.

I decided not to name the folks that camped except myself. I'm not ashamed of nothing. I did drink beer and wine. And had fun. To those who signed up but didn't attend???? Pussies, the lot of you. You missed a very good time.

The Day Before....

2008-09-10T18:59:00.002-06:00

Tomorrow marks the 7th anniversary of the New York, Pennsylvania, Pentagon terrorist attacks dubbed 9/11. Remember the days following this date and you saw American flags and a new sense of patriotism. But in recent years that has waned. Like most American, they leap before they look. What started out to be a noble effort to support America turned into a battle cry for a war that is very unpopular. This is basically George Bush's legacy. Nobody in the future is going to look or talk of George Bush in any other fashion.

As for the cry for a national holiday on September 11th is well.... basically stupid. Why does death in this country warrant a holiday for people to take off of work to grill at parks and play frisbee. With the exception of Christmas and the 4th of July, every federal holiday revolves around the death and destruction of people. Why should the casualties of a terrorist attack deserve a holiday? If the rest of the world thought that way nobody in second and third world would work. If we as a people in this country would see how stupid we really are and that the countries who hate us have a legitimate reason to do so we all would be embarrassed. I love my country and my way of life just as much as any person who blasts out a Toby Keith song but we need to realize that the world doesn't revolve around the United States. To force a way of life on a people is a assnine thing to do.

Has democracy worked for us in the 200 + years of our existance? For the powerful and rich it has. And for the lazy "I don't want to work" crowd that takes unearned money from the ones who all make it possible for them... Us, the middle class, who find it honorable to earn a dollar with actual work. Shit... I'm getting way off the subject at hand.

As for a National Holiday for 9/11??? Hell no. All of us could die at the hands off a nutjob why are they that much more special that the servicemen and women who sacrifice their lives everyday in a job that the majority of young people would run away from? The next time you see a military uniform on the proud folks doing a job for us shake their fucking hand because they deserve it. Where's my goddamn American owned nationally distributed beer Toby Keith???!!! That's right there isn't one. I'll take the Guiness instead thank you very much.

** Sidenote with totally nothing related to the shit spew above. I didn't explain the "Name the Gorilla" thing I got going here very well... You are suppose to reply to the post with an actual hand typed reply. Thinking it to yourself doesn't count. Help me out here man!!!

The Gorilla Traveller...

2008-09-08T15:33:00.003-06:00

I tried starting a photo blogging page awhile back with photos I took with a 5 inch rubber gorilla. The gorilla is black with a snarling look to him. I found him at a Spearfish Thrift Store. The lady working the place wanted him gone because the kids would play with it and it ended up on the floor. I guess she was sick and tired of picking him up everyday. I bought him for a dime. A killer bargain considering that you can't by shit with 10 cents anymore. Anyways.. my main plan was to take this gorilla on travels with me, take his picture and post it on it's own blog page. Well... the project lost steam and my interest so I shelved the idea. Then I decided that I would let people I know take him with them, have them shoot some photos of him and I would post them.

Well now I'm interested in doing again. I shot the idea around at work and a few people thought it was a great idea. I did take some pictures of him when I went to Vegas last November and have those photos ready to publish.

Right now, a co-worker is going vacationing in Europe. Germany and Italy to be exact. Guess who's traveling with them. The co-workers husband thought that was a great idea and I think he will be taking the pictures. Let's hope they take a shitload of them.

Another co-worker is going to Mexico in a month or two and he will be going with her. The one problem I am having is that he doesn't have a name. So... respond to this post with a suitable name for him. This is him below
So help me find a name for this good looking bastard. I will start posting pictures as soon as I get the ones from Europe. I will place a link to the right when I create his travel blog.

Indecision 08

2008-09-06T20:00:00.003-06:00

Having trouble figuring out who is worthy of leading us for the next 4 years? Sick of the same fucking rhetoric coming from the two main candidates? Well... This is the man I plan on voting for...
Obama's inexperience... John McCain's advanced age... Joe Biden's.... well Joe Biden in general and Sarah Palin's inability to control her 17 year old daughter. Why take the chance with these four assholes?

Vote Hedgehog in 08' Who needs a Vice president when you have a big dick???

Holy Shit... Is That Jesus Christ????

2008-09-03T22:59:00.000-06:00

From time to time, I do the "next blog button push" to see where it takes me. Tonight I realized that a whole lot of South American people have computers and they have blog pages to prove it. While interesting to them, it's just scribbles and gobbly gook to me. Some of the pictures are beautiful and different. To see anothers view of their world has it's coolness.

Every so often a family blog would pop up with pictures of the kiddies and shit.

The ones that turn the stomach are the " How Blessed Are We That We Had Sex And Viola..... Children". Now would you not think the miracle of the birth of a child from anybody is blessed or is it just Caucasian Middle Class Christian 30 Somethings? Now I know that your child is the cat's ass and you think that everybody enjoy the tike no matter how repulsed the try to hide. Before you want to hang me by my short and curly's but.. this excludes the people I personally know and have met their children. It's the religious overtones in these other people's blogs that makes one think that God was a Friday night eat over guest and that he did them a great favor in creating their children out of playdough like a mongolian grill chef.

Showing off your children is ok but just because you attend church and have the picture of the old man praying in your kitchen. God did nothing in creating that soon to be horrible 4 to 9 year old... it involved a penis, a couple of glands and a vagina along with some bad dance moves you were afraid to make at your wedding.

Getting Slow At Posting...

2008-09-01T00:50:00.003-06:00

Well it's the end of the summer. Did you accomplish what you wanted to do this year?

I did... sort of. I wanted to see at least one festival this year and that was a big goal. I joked with my friend Krista that this is "The Summer Of Eric". To which she disagreed that it was "The Summer Of Krista".

We here in Rapid City had a new thing happen this year which turned out to be pretty cool. "Summer Nights On Seventh" Live music every Thursday night on 7th St. downtown. Instead of drinking the overpriced Belgian beer "Budweiser", we opted to get fucked in our keesters at a joint called the "Vino 100". The "Vino" as we called it sells wine and cigars. They had a little sidewalk area in which you could drink beer sold there in the confines of a 12 foot by 8 foot area in front on the place. I discovered a Russian beer there which I enjoy because of the alcohol content in it. Cheap drunk... kind of. For a pint of this stuff the Vino charged us $4.50 a bottle. The distributer told us where we could purchase it in town. My brother found it at Canyon Lake Liquor on the west side of town only to discover that the same bottle of beer there was half the price. Fucking capitalistic swine!! None the less, we still purchased the beer at the Vino for the higher price. How stupid are we?

I opted to not do anything with my ex-wife this summer. We usually take a trip or two somewhere but decided that she has her midget cowboy to entertain her and that I wasn't that much fun to her. Her loss I guess. I think she has moved on passed me.

Back to the festival. I attended the Mile High Music Festival this year as some of you had read in a post last month. It was the 1st one in what I hope are many, many more of them that are held down there. The line up was great. Tom Petty, Flogging Molly, Jason Mraz, Brett Dennen, Flobots, One Republic, Colby Callait, and the headliner The Dave Matthews Band. I just had to see them. It's on a list of things to do before you die somewhere. Now I can die I guess.

Well... I'll talk more later on how my summer went next time...

Hey..... What Are You Doing???

2008-08-21T15:44:00.002-06:00

I'm ready for the cooler weather to arrive. Not because of the heat experienced today and is expected to stay for a couple of days but... so these flipping amateur motorcyclist can go back to driving their Prius' and drinking the fucking Starbucks.

I have no problem with the motorcyclists who can handle and have the experience to drive amongst the traffic on the road. It's these geriatric men and women who think that since they wear a doo rag and any Harley accessory bought at Harley Davidson with the stupid orange and black, they have the right to ride around. I also haven't a problem with women on motorcycles as long as the have the experience needed to safely operate a motorcycle.

A couple of years back while working the ambulance, we got a call for a motorcycle crash north of the town I worked in. On scene, there was two women in their early 50's on these huge motorcycles. One of the women couldn't negotiate a curve and laid the bike over. She had a huge gash to the side of her head and roadrash. After the assessment I asked if she was wearing a helmet to which she got defensive with me. She stated that, "She doesn't have to have a helmet because she rides free..." I didn't really understand what she was trying to convey. I asked her if she was from out of state and she said "No, I'm from Rapid." I went into my lecture that if she would wear a helmet that it reduced head injuries significantly. She replied the " Helmets are for people who can't ride a motorcycle" To which I replied, "Then where is yours Dummy?" She didn't like me after that.

So... new bikers.... put them away and drive your fucking cars!!!!!!!!!!

It's Like A Frickin' Virus....

2008-08-18T22:21:00.002-06:00

I remember when I decided to start doing this blog thing. I didn't think it would last. Like a whim and I'd grow bored, quit never to type out my stupid thoughts. I didn't think people would be interested in what I had to say. I quit for about a year because I was angry and you know how people hate reading someones anger.

I'm glad I got back into it again. and have so many friends starting and continuing to write about things they want to write about. Anything you write about will never be stupid or droll, because you believe it relevant. Keep it up people and I will read.

Living Alone Day 16....

2008-08-16T22:56:00.002-06:00

It's been 2 weeks 2 days since the brother left. I am glad that he did agree to move out. My apartment stays cleaner, no smoking occurs and the spilled beer smell is gone. I still have to clean the carpets in his old room. My master plan was to have that room available for my daughter when ever she can't make it back home. My brother left a couple of things that still occupy that bedroom. He didn't take the futon that he used as a bed and a kitchen table with the legs cut short for a makeshift TV stand of sorts. I still have the monstrous weight machine in my living room and hope to have that gone soon.

Living by myself allows me to prepare my meals instead of purchasing them from mainstays such as Taco Johns or Wendy's. I don't mind cooking for myself. It got expensive eating junk food.

My last electric bill was cents short of 80 bucks. 80 bucks for an apartment with an estimated square footage of about 8 and a half feet and he was able to use 80 dollars worth the electricity in a month. I'm interested to see what I, alone, average. It won't be 80 fucking bucks.

It's easy keeping it clean. Paper plates are a plus but that adds to garbage. A price I can pay for only myself.

I still have no "cable". But am thinking that I won't get it. I realize that you don't need to watch TV to keep busy, that's what the goddamn dishes are for.

None the less... It's pretty sad when "I" think that talking about myself and how I live is interesting and writing about it so you fine folks can actually see how pathetic I really am.

Video At Eleven.. Chuck

2008-08-12T20:11:00.003-06:00

The 1st Annual Mile High Music Festival happened last month and I thought it was an amazing show. I hope to go again next year. Until then enjoy some video from AT&T Blueroom. Click on the Mile High Music Festival tag and enjoy... I know I did.

click me -------> Mile High Music Festival

Update... Just added.. Scenes from The Dave Matthews show..... Check it out!!

And You Are Who????

2008-08-11T20:41:00.002-06:00

I generally put to much thought into things that I think of. I will look analytically at things to see if they float. I usually place myself and surroundings into the situation and actions thought of.

Memories... they come and go throughout your daily routine but the most significant ones remain. I'm not a neurologist or a psychologist so I haven't the slightest clue on why we choose to remember certain memories and others fade only to be brought to the forefront by mention from others. Most memories are like dreams.. they fade fast and never to be remembered.

I watched a movie last night about a couple who begin a relationship that eventually ends when one of them has her memories erased to forget the other. Upset and hurt, the man opts to do the same. What's different with him is that he becomes aware of what is happening after he is rendered unconscious after the procedure begins. During which time he realizes that he doesn't want the procedure done because he wants to remember his former girlfriend.

If there was such a company who performed this procedure... would you have it done to forget someone in your life?

How Come I've Never Heard Those Guys.....

2008-08-06T11:15:00.002-06:00

The state of music these days isn't what it used to be. Back in the day, you would have to wait until you hear a song on terrestrial radio before you could get into a singer or group. The only radio station in the Hills that would play an advanced copy of an album in it's entirety was KSQY. Well with the internet you can sample a song and buy it for X amount of pennies.

I discovered a cool website while I attended the Mile High Music Festival a few weeks ago. They go to festivals and webcast them live. It's called AT&T Blue Room. Last weekend I watched half of Sunday's performers at Lollapalooza on the computer. I caught the last song from Blues Traveler and the next act that played blew me away. They are "The John Butler Trio". Why have I never heard of these guys? They are a mix of funk, reggae and bluegrass with a rock twist. I'm not a big fan of the banjo thus making me not a big fan of Country (I could never get into a genre of music that had the word "c*nt" in the genre name) I figure that if your into eating pole cat and fucking your first cousin, Country was your cup of tea. These guys hail from Australia. Excellent band. Check them out.....

A Retrospect...

2008-08-04T19:50:00.003-06:00

Someone once told me that time was a predator that stalked us all our lives, but I rather believe that time is a companion who goes with us on the journey and reminds us to cherish every moment because they'll never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we've lived. After all... we're only mortal...

I’ve been doing this blog thing for a while. I started on the “BlogSpirit” website for about 8 months prior to coming to Blogger. In the early days on BlogSpirit my posts were not quite interesting. Basically a daily diary of what I did. I didn’t know how to do it very well and looked at others to get an idea how to write.

I started reading past posts last weekend and tried to remember what I was thinking, where I was and the topic of the posts. It made me sad to think that most of them revolved around situations of my life…Meaning certain things would take place in the middle of a posts and I would include them while I wrote. A lot involved my former wife Marnie and the house we shared in Piedmont. I would read and get a mental picture of the time I was talking about in the post and actually remember specific things about that moment. It actually makes me sad to remember that. The familiar feeling of the moment and the happiness (which I thought) that was felt. The sounds of the TV and Kahlyn playing. Ugh…

Do I miss my life of days back then? Of course I do.. Very much so. Comforting knowing that you had a circle in which you could depend on. A family core in which you interacted and helped. Events leading up to my departure from that core were a joint effort by both Marnie and I. I miss the familiarity of the situations and the events that took place. I smell certain things and they remind me of places. There is a movie that is one of my favorites. It’s a movie in which the core premise is “Time”. Time keeps moving forward and never stops. The movie is one of the “Star Trek” movies called “Generations“. It’s the story of a man who desperately wants to live in a moment forever. Remembering the family he lost and was unable to cope with the emptiness left by their deaths. So he discovers an entity called “The Nexus” The Nexus is a ribbon that travels through space and anybody who is caught in it remains there without knowing it forever. Only the joy of the moment most happy to the person, reliving it over and over. Of course, Captain Picard and James T. Kirk has to fuck it up for this poor bastard.

I miss my family very much. Believe it or not but I do cry thinking about what we were and could have been. Since becoming single and alone. I can’t figure why I wanted to be alone when I had a family core. Stupidity I suppose. I figure it was the quiet. I needed just a fraction of time to get the ringing in my ears to stop from the daily grind. So.. In retrospect… If I had a temporal Nexus fly by me some day… I would definitely jump because a moment comes and goes in seconds and can make you live a lifetime inside it. Sure there is many more moments that will happen to me and I hope they are as memorable as the ones remembered as a family. But for now I will have to make do with the temporal “Nexus” in my mind.

Day 3 of "By Myself"....

2008-08-03T12:49:00.003-06:00

I did a little more cleaning today. Since I have no TV, I put myself to work. I patched some gouges in two of the wall in the living room, (not intentionally caused) And I have to find the same color droll color to paint over the mud. If I don't find the same color I'll have to paint both the living room and kitchen.

Now I've got to figure out what to do with the monstrous weight lifting machine in my living room...

Alone Again Without You....

2008-08-02T21:06:00.002-06:00

Okay... That was a cheesy attempt to be funny with a mid 80's Hair Band Ballad from Dokken. None the less, I am living alone. My brother moved out yesterday just as he said he would. I did enjoy his company and at times, when sober, was a great guy. But when you start dating a girl who moves in with you and starts taking over the apartment that's when I had to draw a line. I didn't mind her being around but yesterday was the first day in over a month that I was able to hang on my furniture in a long time. I still have a few of his items here and will be transfering them to my other brothers house.

The thing that I'm not going to get angry over because it's not worth it is that when he got the internet thru one of the local cable providers here they mistakenly turned on the cable. So we had free cable for a long time. Well, he must have called the cable company and had it shut off. A not so bright move seeing that now the cable company know he had cable and wasn't paying for it. Everybody I tell that to says the same thing on what a lowball fucking move that was.

I'm still angry over the fact that he gave me a gift and took it back saying that he didn't give it to me. He is having trouble finding a place to live and I would have given him a break and let him stay until he found a place but I didn't for the above fact. I have a couple of items that went missing in my room before he left and will look to see if I misplaced them. A couple of headlamps worth about $75.00. I also went in half on the cable modem and a wireless router that he didn't give me money back for. I am going to eat those tho. But the headlamps are expensive and I would like them back.

Since he took the computer he gave me back my daughter lent me hers. Thank you Kahlyn. Anyhoo.... I'm alone again... Not so bad.

Sunburnt But Happy...

2008-07-22T16:53:00.008-06:00

I attended the Mile High Music Festival over the last weekend. Temperatures were in the high 90's and no rain. Basically parked in one spot about 50 feet from stage left. It was great for the music and porta potties but as for getting water... well I hope next year they have more fountains. The had three water stations set up with approx. 8 fountain heads and one water spigot. Budweiser, the Unamerican Beer, was the main swill you could purchase. A cool 32 oz. for $8. I'm not complaining by any means about the festival. Excellently ran. Media reports only one person was transfered to the hospital and Zero arrests. I think to serve the people who bought the $85.00 one day or $150.00 for two day ticket They could have allowed coolers in. Coolers without alcohol. I'm not the type who likes to drink alcohol during festivals and when it's beastly hot.

The first act was a guy I had never heard of but became an instant fan of. His name is Brett Dennen. He plays a folksier type of John Mayer. He, of course, tours with John Mayer. Go to his "MySpace" page and check him out.

Second act was OneRepublic, A Colorado based band who was popular with the kiddies. Very good also.

Next was a duo of guitar players called Rodrigo Y Gabriella. Excellent!!! Just man and woman playing classical style nylon string guitars. Everything they played came from certain bumps and smacks on the body of their guitars for the percussion of their songs while they played. They gained another in the long legions of fans that love their music.

The next act was John Mayer. First time for me seeing his show. Another excellent show. He played for about 45 minutes and seemed to think he was done. Then he came back and played another 30 minutes. He started his show with no introduction. Just came out and started playing. He went thru his popular stuff from the radio then into his rendition of "Panama" by Van Halen. He took his shirt of to mimic Eddie Van Halen and played a Fender Strat that matched Eddie's guitar with the Red, White and Black stripes. I took phot's but I'm not very good at it so bear with me.

The headliner of the day was The Dave Matthews Band. Excellent and worth the pain of the sunburn I got.
I hope they come back for next years festival. 50,000 showed for DMB. It was insane. Sorry I didn't take more pictures of Dave Matthews but the lighting from the stage was way too bright for my cheap ass camera. Next... I'm looking at going to the Monolith Festival in September at Red Rocks!!!

Conundrum....

2008-07-16T21:05:00.001-06:00

Okay.. At the end of last month my brother informs me that I owe him money for the computer I'm typing on right now when in fact he had given it to me. I was upset to say the least. I agreed to return it to him and told him he needed to vacate my apartment by the end of the month which was the same day. I sublet a room to curb the cost of rent which with a little sacrifice to extra curricular activities will be able to kinda afford now. He apologized saying he remembers giving it to me and he would move out at the end of July.

In the mean time he starts seeing this girl 10 years younger than him and she has yet to stay where she was staying for about two weeks. Basically she is living at my apartment with my brother. He recently cut the internet service he agreed to pay for while I was too cover the cost of electricity. After he went on an electronic spending spree consisting of a 46 inch LCD Sony Bravia television, a home designed computer and a massive stereo system with a huge woofer... my electric bill has gone from $23.00 in March to $55.00 this past month.

The girlfriend situation has now turned into an engagement. She has a 10 month old also. They stay up to the early morning listening to music. I work most days at 7a.m. I'm not sure if he intends to move out. I have a potential roommate willing to begin paying in a week. Conundrum

A Tuesday That Feels LIke A Monday....

2008-07-15T08:24:00.002-06:00

If you know me personally you know I'm usually a happy-go-lucky kind of guy. For the most part that's true. But some days I'm a downer piece of shit. That's why I'm going to go to therapy. After all these years and just recently I realized that there is something just not right when I'm alone.

I have had interaction with someone most of my life. Never having to hard of time trying to find something to do with someone. Since my departure from the mother of my daughter. I'm finding it hard to be alone. Marnie knew that I liked being alone from time to time to which I do. On a periodical timetable.

I know I'm a biggy boy and your time is what you make of it. But the problem is motivation. Someone mentioned to me that that is a telltale sign of depression. To which I said "Naw... It's boredom." Well... that's my way of disagreeing with somebody. But that's also my way of not choosing to listen too. It takes the better part of a week for the advice to seep through the thick massive skull I have and reach the central processing unit in my pea sized brain. In which my slow processor and dim light think.. "You know...? They might be right..right..rightttttt..." (My feeble attempt at a reverberating echo)

I recently read a comment (actually the only comment) to a recent post by a friend and fellow blogger from Canada who wrote me to move on from my past relationship and live my life. Advice again that took the better of three days to finally sink in. Thanks Jen... You rule.

As for the getting off my ass and doing it thing, that's much harder than said. I know I'm depressed...now and it's not boredom. There comes a certain time when you just know. So in August I hope to get the help I need to return to the same person with the immature dick and fart jokes that everybody knows me for.

More Complaining....

2008-07-14T12:12:00.004-06:00

All who comes here is probably getting sick of hearing about my constant battles with my ex-wife. But then again... people do blog about worse right???

It must be a state of mind when you get married especially in a church. The priest-pastor-deacon- whatever cause a certain mechanism in your brain to torment you for a long time. I'm thinking thank god I didn't get married in a Catholic Church. Excommunication and the holy nine yards when you divorce.

Anyways... I can't see how people get over the fact that the person that you called "wife" is so easy to let go of. Sure we have been divorced for a little over a year and a half but tried to remain close for Kahlyn's sake. But stated in the previous post. That changed the week after Kahlyn graduated high school. I think I'm mostly bitter and angry over that. The split second change from being the one that would get a familiar text or call to chat to nothing. You feel thrown out like the garbage. So, I've resorted to juvenile name calling (Which I know I'm bigger than and more mature. But can't help doing it, like I'm on moron auto insulter or something)

I have a friend I work with who is planning the same sort of divorce Marnie and I did. To while is becoming a failed experiment. I 'm getting the female view of what happened to Marnie and I from her and can't help but give advice that most certainly is given to Marnie in the same mannerisms. After I give them I ponder... Shit... I bet someone gave Marnie the same fucking advice to which I'm living in hell right now!!! Dumb fucking men... Idiots all of them!!! The tail-chasing canine!!

None the less, divorce is a horrible thing that should be placed in the same category as EF5 Tornadoes, Roadkill, A seaping itchy rash and Haggis. Well... I can't say our divorce was horrible. It wasn't. That was the smoothest process that came from our tenure together. It was the second guessing about whether I truly wanted to do it. Then the mind numbing realization that it was actually over. I think it's a ploy by men who thank god their divorce is final. Mainly because any man I know doesn't stand for failure. Failure isn't an option is a moniker you see on manly shit. Well, Boys???? Divorce = Failure!!

To tell you the truth, I loved being married. I just didn't know the rules about being married. I guess that's why 8 out of 10 marriages today end in failure. I know now what I needed to do to stay married but couldn't get my big head outta my ass to think straight about those rules. Anyways.... peace..............

I Can Read....

2008-07-12T21:26:00.002-06:00

That's right folks.... Eric can read. Not very good but I'm reading.

All kidding aside, I have read three very good books lately. The first is a book by Greg Mortenson called "Three Cups Of Tea". Very Inspiring.

The next one is by the coolest man on earth... Ron Jeremy. You know who he is right... It's called "The Hardest (Working) Man In Showbiz" Insightful.

The one I'm just about finished with now is by Neil Peart. He's the drummer for the Canadian band Rush. It's called "Roadshow. Landscape and Drums.. A Concert Tour by Motorcycle. I love Neil's writings. I have read two other books by him. "Ghost Rider, Tales from the Healing Road" and "Traveling Music" I recommend all of them. Grab one.

More later...

Yeah...

2008-07-09T21:50:00.003-06:00

Well... I've decided to seek help via a.... therapist. The year 2008 hasn't been kind to me. Thats a THERAPIST not THERAPIST.

Tell Me What You Think...

2008-06-26T00:37:00.002-06:00

Okay... On May 18th, My daughter graduates from High School. Her mother and I got along very good. I'd help her with stuff like mowing her lawn, getting her bottled water because the water in Piedmont sucks, help her fix things around the place that I used to live, let her use my car because hers are cars that you can't trust. I was a very good friend to someone who was having an internet relationship with a 26 year old from Colorado while we were married. She then gets a 2nd job because she says she can't pay her bills with the salary she makes as a teacher. The job is at a bar that used to be a drug haven before it was bought by a couple of lawyers. But the same scum goes there. I thought that was a great idea. Boy was I fucking wrong.

In a move that wasn't that hard to figure out because of a time line. After our daughter turns 18 and graduates she tells me she's dating a guy she went to school with. This mother fucker was an outcast loser. Somebody I would have never thought she would date. I see people who went to school with Marnie and ask about her. I tell them she has began dating. They say "Oh Really??" Then I tell them who she's dating and they all get a twisted disgusted look to their face and say " Are you kidding??" I tell them at least she downgraded. That isn't the part that fucking sucks. She begins treating me like a second class citizen. I did nothing to her and she's treating me like shit.

Sure... in 2004 I fucked up. I left her for a woman I worked with. The biggest mistake of my life. I'm not perfect at all. I realized my huge mistake and apologized six ways to Sunday. Told her that I would never do it again. I told her she could berate me and shove it down my throat and up my ass and I promised not to get mad. I did just that. All the while, she begins chatting with people on the internet. Finds a dude from Colorado and starts an internet relationship with this douchebag. I find out and get angry over it. She calls me a psycho and convinces everybody that I'm a dangerous person. I got fucking mad. Anybody would have reacted the way I did. I move out and in with a friend. Then the story gets distorted and everybody thinks I left her for another woman. All the while nobody knows about her indiscretions on the internet. Again I have to defend myself.

I am still angry at the way I'm being treated. Maybe I'm out of line but... I don't think so. Tell me what you think.

The Kid's All Grown Up....

2008-06-08T11:42:00.006-06:00

On May 18,2008, My daughter graduated from high school. This was the most proud moment of my life. Well, the day Kahlyn was born does rank up with it.

I didn't get a lot of pictures of the actual ceremony because it went by so fast. But I did of the post graduation get together. Her cousin Kaci graduated the same day, same time but from Spearfish. She will be in a lot of the pictures you will see.

This is her wisking by at 100 mph.

Finally....

Kacer and Banana....

Good job Guys.....

Sorry For The Absense....

2008-06-07T20:27:00.003-06:00

Sorry for the long pause in my writings. A lot has gone on and I should catch you up on it.

First... my daughter Kahlyn graduated from High School. Thank the lord above!!! I am so proud of her. I will post pictures of the reception later and much sooner than I have posted this post.

On the ex- wife homefront... What I thought was a stable relationship with her turned out to be a big mistake. Maybe just naive on my part. She doesn't make much money as a teacher so she needed a second job. She got one at a bar in Piedmont called the Sawtooth Saloon. This bar used to be a meth distributing hub before law enforcement closed it down. Now it's a dive for the drunk locals to get piss drunk in. They don't like outsiders there. While working there she met a "local" and started dating him. Then things started changing between her and I. I expected it and am alright with it now.

Well... talk at you later.

Time....

2008-04-24T23:01:00.002-06:00

"Someone once told me that time was a predator that stalked us all our lives. I rather believe that time is a companion who goes with us on the journey and reminds us to cherish every moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we've lived. After all, we're only mortal."

If you have ever taken the time to reflect on your childhood, you'll see, as I did, that the best years of your life are usually around the age of ten. It is said that ten years of age is the greatest in your life. I feel that is because you are not looked upon as a toddler and/or a baby. Your parents started to give you some independence. Not too much but enough to make you think you owned the world. No longer confined to the house to play but that you could actually go over to a friends house or yard to hang out. It was a fabulous time in my life.

I was into Little League big time. I loved playing baseball. Whenever I hear a song from AM radio 1970's... I think of Little League. Weird. There were a couple of kids I hung out with on our block. We lived on the Northwest part of Sturgis, SD. My father was a large factor in my childhood around that time. Unfortunately for my youngest brother and sister, they never knew that side of their dad but one of non involvement and distance, for reasons he never spoke of when he was living.

Those days of my life were the most fun because the summer was never ending. Days spent at the outdoor swimming pool and playing baseball. That's what I remember.

Another time in my life that I think of often was moving to Billings, Mt. with Marnie. It was the first time in our lives where we felt truly independent, at least to me. Music plays a large part in my thinking about time in my life. It will always. I miss those time periods in my life.

For some odd reason, when I watch a certain movie, it puts me into this mood. That movie is..... Star Trek Generations. If you get a chance, even if you aren't into Sci Fi, watch it, the message is clear about time.

Eric

Cry Me A River....

2008-04-14T22:15:00.002-06:00

As I sit here watching Game 3 of the Av's and Wild playoff game from Denver. I have to watch it on a Minnesota Network. The thing that sucks about that is I have to listen to the whining from the Minnesota favored announcers from 45 Network, St. Paul. I love the way they "think" they see favoritism by the officials when Minnesota is down a goal. But fuck!!! You would think it was a conspiracy.

The officials are letting them play the game you shitbirds so shut your cakeholes!!!

Go Av's!!!!!!!!!!!

As Veruca Salt Puts It.. "I Want It Now!!!"...

2008-04-12T00:33:00.002-06:00

Some here in South Dakota, especially in Western South Dakota, are somewhat proud of the people who get out of the area to make something of themselves in the national spotlight of sorts. To name a couple, Adam Vinatieri plays in the NFL for the Indianapolis Colts, Eric Piatkowski plays in the NBA for the Phoenix Suns, Mark Ellis plays in MLB for the Oakland Athletics. But the pro athlete from Western South Dakota making a giant stink is Becky Hammon of the WNBA San Antonio Silver Stars.

Hammon has agreed to play for the Russian National Olympic Womens Basketball Team. After learning that she wasn't part of the American Olympic Roster, she decided that defecting to the Russian Team was the best option for her to play. She wanted to fulfill a personal dream of playing in the Olympics.

Many close to Hammon around Rapid City have decided to support her decision but a lot of people are fuming mad. I, for one have my pro's and con's about it... Okay, mostly con's.

The consensus with the supporters are: "She's local so support her..." My answer to that is she is an American. Heritage should have nothing to do with the Olympics. She lives and plays here. Hammon has made her decision to play a personal quest and has nothing to do with supporting her country of origin. Selfishness. I think ego has a major part in her decision and that is all.

On the flip side of the coin... I think being an American and representing it's way of life & culture of freedom to pursue her happiness we should keep our proverbial traps shut and let her do as she pleases no matter how Un-American "we" think it might be. In some sense, you have to admire her for a ballsy move and the potential backlash from locals when she returns... if she returns.

I'm not sure how people from all over the country, especially here in South Dakota, will receive Hammon upon her return from Beijing. It will be interesting if the Russians beat the American's out for gold on a game winning clutch shot from Hammon at the buzzer.

Winter Storm Advisory..... Right.

2008-04-10T23:47:00.002-06:00

Living in the High Plains has its downers. For one, winter can be a bitch or not so much. This year not so much. Over the last couple of days, The Weather Channel has been telling us here that a bitch of a winter storm is coming and that we should shit ourselves with fear. They actually have been telling us that since the end of October. Time and time again, nothing. Granted that the area here is in a "drought", we could use a good winter storm with a decent snow pack. Or we will be in for another dry summer.

I understand that forecasting the weather is a guessing game. But... people with Master's degrees in Meteorology should be more consistent. I want consistent weather forecasting goddamn it. I thought of schooling to become a meteorologist. You basically get paid to ... well guess. I can go to a carnival and get guesses.

So Weather Channel??? Give me some consistent forecasting!!!!

New Day Dawning.....

2008-04-07T08:50:00.003-06:00

When I woke this morning, I was different in a small way. A difference nobody but me and one other person will ever notice. I woke this morning the parent of an adult. My daughter Kahlyn turns 18 today. It's not a big deal to anybody but Kahlyn, her mom and I. It is also my Mothers Birthday too.

So, Happy Birthday Kahlyn and Mom!!!

Dad

That Was Quick...

2008-04-02T14:24:00.003-06:00

We enter April 2008.... where did the time go. Sure, winter seems as if it's gone on forever but again it feels like we haven't had one. Perhaps the lack of a snow filled winter makes it seem that way. I don't know. Anywho..... welcome to April.

Saturday Night.... For Me.

2008-03-29T22:11:00.002-06:00

That's Not What You Said Earlier...

2008-03-29T14:37:00.002-06:00

I believe in being honest with your word. Both in everyday life and especially in business. You say it, you stick to it. In business, the preamble is that the customer is always right (within reason of course). What you tell the customer, if you are the business face, is that my word is like gold, a unwritten contract. And before you open your mouth with any business deal you should have your facts and figures straight and figured out. Your ducks in a row so to speak.

Barry and I went to Denver to find, my then wife Marnie, a $1,000 car in 1996. Something in good shape but not great. We looked all Saturday and didn't find one that was either priced right or in drivable shape to last a couple of years while she finished college. Discouraged we found a VW dealership that was one I forgot about. Mountain States Volkswagen on Colorado Blvd. in Denver. I'm thinking that we were probably wasting our time but Barry said we would glance. I asked the young salesperson if they had any cars around a thousand and heshowed us some behind the building that were not yet detailed and cleaned. Three cars. One was a Chevy Citation, a Honda DX hatchback and the other was a stationwagon. I glanced around and asked about the Honda. The salesman left to get the keys so I looked inside. The windows were dirty, dirt and some garbage on the floor. No dents or major body damage. We jump in for the test drive and I'm trying to listen at the motor and the sound of the car but the goddamn salesman wouldn't shut up. I take it for a 5 or 6 minute drive and return to the carlot. I told the guy to clean it up and I would probably come back to deal in an hour. Barry and I go eat across the street at a Taco Bell while the detailed the car.

Upon returning, we were greeted by the guy who mentioned to us that the cars were around a thousand. He pipes up that he'd misquoted the car I was interested in. That car was $2900. My heart sank then Barry pipes up "Not today, Today that car is a thousand dollars." Before I found out the actual price to the misquoted Honda, I gave the salesman a 100 dollar bill in good faith that the car what I was looking at. He goes, "I'll have to talk with my manager" After haggling with the sales guy for about an hour I get them to come down to 1100. Not bad. Before signing the paperwork the salesman presented the numbers with a transportation fee of 300 dollars. I ask, "What's this? He tell me that it's a standard fee they have. 300 dollars more put me out of range for the car. By now Barry is irritated because of this and tells him that the transportation fee will be included to total tha car at 1100. So in the end I chewed the guy down 2100 on the actual price. Not bad. The salesman knew he fucked up, and by dealing, was trying to recoup some of the cost he lost by the quote. Barry later tells him that you knew we were driving that car out of there for 1000 dollars and he had to of sold it for that spoken price of be in violation of Colorado State Law. None the less I bought Marnie a 2900 dollar car for a third the cost. Even though the guy dealed he knew that his mouth got him in trouble.

Okay, fast forward to a couple months ago. Marnie finds an ad in the paper for a KIA dealership offering new cars for a monthly payment of $189 a month. In her monthly price range. She told the salesman on the phone that around 200 a month. He said we could do that for her on a used Saturn Vue, a 2006 Saturn Vue. Today we went to look at it. Sure it was there, we took it for a spin. The salesguy came along. That's when the bait and switch began. Marnie was told by the salesman when she talked to him by phone was that the Saturn would be in her monthly price range. He did the figuring and the actual cost was 150 dollars more than was quoted on the phone. FUCKERS!!! Needless to say I spoke up and asked why the price was more. No answer. The other salesman asked if we could hand out his cards for 100 off for each person who bought a car from them. Well that's not going to happen. Honesty will go a long way.

The car dealership in question is Billion KIA in Rapid City. Avoid like it's got an STD.

Electronics, Electronics....

2008-03-26T00:49:00.002-06:00

What is it with men and gadgets? I don't know and I could care less. I love em! I'm typing from my new notebook. Sweetness. I was using my brothers for a long time so it's nice to have my own.

My brother just built his own to revolve around the 47 inch Sony Bravia LCD he bought. Oh, he still has his Dell. He wanted to be able to play in a higher resolution. Well.... I'll be contributing more often. Good night all.

Eric

Call It What You Want.....

2008-03-20T20:59:00.002-06:00

My 2nd day off this week. I have to work this weekend. That's the beauty of the 4 - 10's format.

I have a slight cold of some sorts that is dragging me down. I have no energy or ambition to do anything but sit on the couch. When payday come I usually am up to anything. Not this week. I hope I can snap out of it soon. I really hate feeling like this.

I did a little grocery shopping today. Yippee.... Got my work clothes and bedding laundry done. Another yippee... Enthralled aren't you?

A few weeks ago I drove my little brother to Sioux Falls for a mediation in a auto accident litigation. We stayed at a crappy Motel 6 there, overnight, that the lawyer's firm reserved, then returned back the next evening. He met with a Jr. Lawyer working his case at The Sheraton. Low and behold, After signing the final paperwork yesterday, Brett noticed on the attorney's itemized charges sheet that he paid a sum of $230.00 for a hotel room for that Jr. attorney at, of all places... The Sheraton. The lawyers book him a motel room a hooker, most likely, wouldn't have used. I'm hoping he confronts the lawyers over it.

Any who, I hope to have my new notebook computer this weekend or Monday.

SlugBoy....

2008-03-19T22:07:00.001-06:00

Today is my day off and I haven't done anything but sit here. I'm pathetic....... Ugh.

The Priciple of the Widget...

2008-03-19T14:26:00.002-06:00

Most people have no clue as to whet a "widget" is. A"widget" is the stuff on the sidebar of a blog like my stuff to the right. If you know how to manipulate HTML codes inside a template then you can add any widget to your blog or MySpace account. I used to be pretty good at HTML when I was blogging regularly.. but as the addage states "It's like riding a bike... yada yada.." That's complete horseshit.

I'm sure you have noticed a couple of new things here. First is the "Slacker Radio" widget. Most blogs I have ran across have a music player that you add music that is licensed from the website offering the the player. Most I have seen, you need to have a Masters Degree in Computer science to get the fucker to work. Plus I hate going through the ropes to get a couple songs of artists you hardly know to play on your page. Over Christmas, co-worker wanted to listen to holiday music on the computer and stumbled across "Slacker.com". This is a very cool website radio. I have no come to an online radio station that offers the amount of music that Slacker does. In other words.... Fucking cool. Check out their website and listen to it. Simple sign up.

Anyways... The Slacker widget I have here is actually for MySpace but Imade it work with a little manipulation. To get the player to play you have to press the "Play" button and voila instant music. the player plays random tracks from the genre of music I think you need to listen to... Because, from the wisdom I've learned of a co-worker I work with (Cheryl knows who I'm talking about) IT'S ALL ABOUT ME!!! I will change up the genre every so often but for now you get "Alternate Hits" If you want to hear anything else... Get in your fucking car.

Next I added a ticking clock with the time here for no good reason. And also I added some interaction. Scroll down farther and I added a frog. Move your mouse around the area he is in and he will follow the mouse. Left click to feed him. Anyways....

Remember to click the "Play" button for the radio to play. Peace!!!!!!!!

Dude... Are You Okay????

2008-03-17T22:08:00.002-06:00

Compassion. Most people have it. Some don't. I hope that people see me as being compassionate. Sure... I'll be the first one to laugh at the stupid people antics on the "Home Video" show. It makes me appreciate the fact that I hang with a lot of people who aren't videotaping me. $10,000 or not, I hate being embarrassed. Nobody likes it.

Today is St. Patrick's Day. I couldn't tell you what the hell St. Patrick did to have a whole day in his honor but none the less the thousand upon thousands of people getting shitfaced tonight could give two shits either. It's basically a non government observed holiday, in which, gives you the god given right to tear it up on a Monday. I chose not to for the simple fact that I have to work in the morning. Yes... Job before good time.

Anyways... The first paragraphs in which I was spewing the diatribe about compassion??? Okay... While driving home tonight I was stuck in 5 o'clock traffic. It ws nice outside so I had the window down. While stopped at the 9th Street and Main light in front of Murphy's Bar. I happened to look towards the outside area in front only to notice this drunk guy trying to scale the 3.5 foot fence. Unfortunately, for him, and fortunate for me, the drunk guy falls head first [no hands out] onto the concrete sidewalk with a resounding "Uuuhhhgggg". Me being the compassionate guy I am and the traffic just happened to start moving.... I yell my best "Nelson" impression from the Simpsons...

"Ah Ha".

Cut That Wild Hair....

2008-03-13T22:28:00.002-06:00

Okay... I'm usually not the type to mess with evolution. Things are the way they are for a reason correct?? Well... I messed with evolution.

When I moved into an apartment with my brother awhile back he had this contraption. It was in the cabinet in the bathroom with all of his "get ready in the morning stuff". You know, toothpaste, mouthwash, razor, etc... Well I happen upon this mechanized piece of equipment about as big around as a dry erase marker and just as long. It had a slide switch on it and buzzed when activated. I'm thinking... "That sick little bastard..." After I pondered the potential uses for this little device, in disgust I tossed it back with the rest of his shit and then washed my hands... with Clorox Multicleaner.

When I saw him a while,after my brush with potential disturbia, I asked him about the "thing" in the cupboard. He didn't have a goddamn clue what I was talking about. So, I showed him gripping the device with my forefinger and my thumb as if it was a soiled condom thrown onto the floor. He grabs it from my fingers and says.... "Ya dumb fuck... it's a nose hair trimmer!" I said, "Ahh.. okay." Then I thought, "Ah shit!!!A nose hair trimmer.. Ew...Brett's nose hair trimmer. Egad."

I said, "Your nose hairs get long enough to have to be lopped off?" He then says,"They get out of control and peek every so often. Don't yours??" I thought for a second and recalled if I ever had any peeking. "Yeah I guess.. He goes," What do you do.. yank it out? I reply, Well, yeah. He gives me a goofy look and says " That hurts too fuckin' bad." I said, "You're not kidding." He then goes on to say the he will soak the blades and tip in alcohol and clean them in the morning, Then I can try it out and see if it works for me.

I give it a go the next day. I know what you bastards are thinking. Eww!!!. Well, it's not like I'm borrowing a pair of day old underwear from the the man and for god sakes.. he's my little brother. I hesitate at first.. then proceed to stick the trimmer in my right nostril. As I move it around, I can hear the blades cutting and think..."Hey... this is pretty cool. No yanking pain and it's twice as fast." I finish both nostrils and drop the tip and blade into more alcohol to clean.

Later he asks if I liked it and I reply, " Yeah it's cool but I'll deal with them if they [the hair] comes back. He shrugs his shoulders and returns to what ever he was doing before talking to me.

Move ahead.. say two weeks. I wake in the morning for work, go into the bathroom glance in the mirror for a second before I take the first piss of the day and to my utter surprise... There had to have been 6 or 7 hairs in each nostril sticking out. Some longer than others. But to my shock were the gray ones. I'm thinking somebody in the night shoved 2 New Years eve party favors up my nose as a fucking joke. I say out loud... " Holy shit". Then as fast as I can I began pulling those little bastards. Now the hair grows twice as fast and comes back in an assortment of colors

None the less, I ended up buying my own. So the moral to my wee tale here is. Don't snoop through you little brother shit with the fervor of a curious cat. You'll just be messing around with something much larger and uncontrollable... Human Evolution.

Art On Rails....

2008-03-06T17:49:00.003-07:00

As I pull down West St. to get to the main road thru town, I notices that a train is approaching a road I have to cross to get to my bank. Swearing at the jam of traffic rolling down the road after a green light. I watch for an opening and at the same time watch the train getting closer. Thinking, "Come on people... I want to beat the fucking train!!" Of course, I didn't.

Sitting at the railroad crossing I watch the large Blue and Yellow on the DM&E engine whine pass. Dakota, Minnesota and Eastern is the rail line that runs right through the middle of the downtown area of Rapid City. Smart planning there. Anyway, I watch the freight cars pass and noticed the spray paint on the cars. Some of the scrolling looks like gang territorial signage and other is just a smart assed punk with a cheap can of grey spraying paint.

The more sophisticated art is done with multiple colors and is quite good. Mostly gang names... you know the ones. The others are crude drawings of a cock and balls and profanity. One that struck me in particular was a red USA on a car but the S was in the shape of the Nazi swastika. I turned to my daughter who was spacing out in the passenger seat and said, "Did you see that?". She looks at me and blurbs "what?" "Nevermind..."

At least kids are getting outside to play these days...

Added commentary....

I listen to the Alternative Hard Rock station on XM known as "Squizz". They play the hard stuff by Tool, Avenge Sevenfold, Korn and the likes of those. I listen every once in a while to change shit up. Today, I was listening and a band came on that I despise..... Coheed and Cambria. Horrible, horrible band. Why on gods green earth could anybody get into a band that sound like these shitbirds. Coheed and Cambria should not be played with the likes of Korn and Tool. It's like baking a cake with Miller Lite as opposed to water. We need to rid the world of this "fart for the ears" called Coheed and Cambria. I need to email those bastards at XM and express my outrage that they play them on "Squizz" I think XM kids would be a more appropriate channel for these douchebags.

Sorry... I'm Slipping Again...

2008-03-03T21:57:00.002-07:00

Sorry folks... I'm slipping up on posts. Not a lot happens anymore.

I do have one subject tho. What the hell is Daylights Savings starting so soon for. That's going to fuck up the sleep pattern again. Government fucking with our little heads..

What I Saw...

2008-02-08T17:40:00.000-07:00

Okay... the forecast calls for snow all weekend, the wind has been blowing. The temp reached 35 degrees. The sun sets before 4:30. And... I see some dipshit Biker riding his motorcycle with no helmet... Stupidville!!!

Oh Kahlyn... It Was Too Fast....

2008-02-06T21:48:00.000-07:00

In the span of 2 months my daughter will turn 18. She has grown into a beautiful young woman. She has both her Mom's and My sense of humor and wittiness. Quick wit is always helpful. She will graduate High School in the spring and then poof... She's a full fledged adult.

I still remember when she was born. A rainy night in April 1990. She spent 5 days in the NICU because she aspirated meconium before birth. She also had a "Type A" nuchal cord. Meaning the umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck. I was afraid that she would have deficits. I remember my father taking his lunch breaks to sit with her. He'd rock her while talking to her. He would clip her little nails.

When she came home, we had an old rocking cradle for her to sleep in. Of course, she didn't like it. She slept in a dresser drawer instead. How the years pass so fast. I miss the days of picking out shoes for her. I found myself, the other day, looking a kid shoes and then realizing that she didn't wear them anymore. I felt sad for a moment.

I hope she make good life decisions. I hope she waits for things in a traditional way. I hope she will realize one day that despite the ups and downs during her 18 years that we did everything we could for her. I hope she realizes that I love her more than life itself. Good job Kahlyn, love Dad.

Welcome to Stupidville... Unfortunately I Also Live Here...

2008-02-05T19:24:00.000-07:00

Here in Rapid City, most people have an opinion on subjects. If you picked up a Rapid Shitty Journal you would see how dumb people really are here. The people here think that they have the smarts of a large city. The big talk is the building of a shopping center to be named as "Rushmore Crossings". If you have ever been to the Fort Collins area in Colorado. There is a shopping complex called "Centerra". The fucking place is huge. They have outside shopping instead of the aesthetic comforts of inside mall shopping. They have a very big Dicks Sporting Goods . (Pardon the almost pun) Plus many other very fine stores to shop like Banana Republic and along that line of retailers.

The big thrill for the hillbillies here is the Cabela's hunting and fishing store being built. The city paid them in the form of a land deal here. The current Black Hills Visitor Center sits to the east of the city and sits on a large chunk of land. The city gave the land and building to them so that Cabela's would build here. No land, no business. Some opposed to the whole deal garnered enough signatures to have the issue put on a special election. The fine idiots of Rapid City voted Yes to the deal. Now every hillbilly with a Chevy pickup has a boner because Cabela's is coming.

Another issue around here is the subject of a place called The Journey Museum. The Journey shows the history of the area from the Natives who lived here up until the area was settled with whites. In conjunction with the South Dakota School of Mines and Technology they also have geologic exibits. A pretty cool place if the majority of nay sayers who think The Journey would support it.

The newest stink around here is a "Right To Life" group suing a local middle school over the groups inability to use the gym for a gathering. A few years ago, South Dakota voters killed a measure brought to the general election ballot that tried banning ALL abortions in South Dakota. The voters killed it. They tried again with provisions included in the writing of the potential law. Again, the measure was voted down. Now this stunt. This issue with the general public involves the "separation of church and state..." The group suing is a religious group with non-profit status. Some of the public in support of the group states that the middle school is public property and school officials have no right to deny. State sanctioned schools are called public for one reason, they serve the public community. They are not public property, they belong to the school district. Again... I live in Stupidville and there is nothing I can do about it!!

The Drinking Game...

2008-01-28T17:47:00.000-07:00

Last night, I needed a drink. A couple of co-workers text me saying they were meeting down at the Firehouse Brewing Co. here in Rapid City. The Firehouse, as we call it, serves food and their own brew of beer. Good Beer and Food. Anyway, We drank there for a bit then traveled to The Robbinsdale Lounge. The Robbinsdale Lounge is a place connected to a Bowling alley. Alright bar. They had Karoke last night. Plus they were playing drink games.

This particular game involved a team of three people. Our team consisted of my brother Brett, Megen (a friend) and myself. The object of the game was to slam down an 8 oz plastic cup full of beer then placing the cup, standing up right, on the edge of the table. You then had to hit the bottom of the cup hard enough to stand upside down. Then your team member next to you would slam their beer and do the same until the last member of your team repeats the process. The team who finished first wins. We, of course...... lost. Megen's not a chugger. None the less, it was fun.

The Okay Porn...

2008-01-26T19:57:00.000-07:00

Over the last year, with the technology in the cell phone biz, with the ability to send pictures and video to each other, alot of people send goofy shit. The ones that are sent to me involve porn. Whether it's an off the wall type like a guy blowing his six gallon load all over a chicks surprised and shocked face. You open it, watch it and chuckle. Then you send it to everybody in your phonebook.

Think about the people who are in your phonebook. all of them. Now how many of the people you send the above said video would you actually watch porn with.. Let alone talk about it? Not many. How many times have you asked a female friend to come over to your house and watch "Balls Deep 4" You probably wouldn't. But your willing to send a picture of an attractive blonde with a giant cock in her mouth, her nose plugged and the caption says "How do you suffocate a blonde???"

This porn could be considered acceptable between friends because you are not actually watching an entire porno together. It's like road rage... People act tough as hell when they are in their car driving down the road and some prick cuts you off. You wouldn't scream "Hey fuckhead!!! What the hell are you doing!!! if someone cuts in front of you at the grocery store. Partial porn is acceptable.

The video's that people seem to send them to me all the time are the ones where a piece of sporting equipment is sliding out of a female orifice. Ugh...

Thin = Happy????

2008-01-18T13:16:00.000-07:00

Now before you shit yerself with anger at 'ol Eric here. This is an observation I've noticed lately and confirmed with interaction.

Why are severely obese people so angry? Who are they angry at? Themselves? People who are thin and healthy? Whatever the reason I would like the 411 on this subject.

I chalk it up to the stare factor. There is more of them to look at, so people look. This would piss me off. I'm not thin by all means but then again I'm not so fat that I can't wipe my own ass. Maybe that's it??? An asswiping issue? I'm sure with out proper care and cleaning, your asshole would get raw and sore. So when you walked those big ass cheeks grinding together on the poor puckerspring that it gets painful. Pain = Anger?

You tell me.....

A Continuation Of The Human Condition...

2008-01-17T17:21:00.000-07:00

Al Sharpton has the best scam in the world going. When ever White Folks fuck up and say something that might not sound too bad thinking it in your head but when spoken could be construed as racism... he's on it like a cat at a two legged crippled mouse. He makes sure everybody who is a pale shade of gray knows about it by first contacting the media, second by holding a press conference and third by boycotting the said offender. Type Al Sharpton and Golf Channel together in Google and you will see what I mean.

It's pretty bad when a man of color (myself... I'm a genuine Upper Plains ((tan)) Indian) starts feeling sorry for the poor offender in this case. The White Middle Class. Take Don Imus for instance. Probably not popular with the black listener before his comments towards a collegiate women's basketball team. And most likely never even been heard of by most blacks on his show. Fired he was. I defended Mr. Imus on the basis of statistics. Did none of the college females playing basketball ever sleep with a somebody when not married? Most likely not. Are young females of color twice as likely to get pregnant before marriage. The National Average says so. So, in the wrong wording, Mr. Imus was guilty and was the statement all that damaging to the women of this basketball team. I say no because I couldn't name one player from that team and less than 20% probably could tell you one. Was Don Imus railroaded??? Of course he was by the big race card that minorities hold over whites. Some minorities say much worse things about white people and like water off a ducks back flows to the ground like rainwater.

Take Native Americans here in South Dakota. Some want to live life in thee traditional way. I have a hard time understanding what the traditional way is to a modern Native. Do they want to live as the great tribes of the 1800's or a separate nation from The U.S.? I'm pretty sure that the younger generation would still like to mimic the gangster rap moguls out there and would like to still drive a car. Sorry Sonny... One way or another, not both. I, for one, enjoy modern conveniences.

As for the White Anglo Saxon in America. Your numbers are dwindling with every passing day. Your daughters will get pregnant from some brown boy sooner than later. Then who are the minorities going to cry the race card against. We can only wait and see. PEACE!!

Holy Sheet Rock A Second Post!!!

2008-01-16T18:50:00.000-07:00

That's right you bastards... a second post. I could have saved it for tomorrow but instead of hiding it away in the deep dark abyssal I call my head. I'll spew it to you. Truthfully??? I'd fuck up and forget what I wanted to type and you'd be left with shit information on the temperature of a Yak's scrotum just before mating season. (If you want to know that info??? Google it yourself ya lazy bastard.)

I know how boring it can be for a reader to read about how proud a parent is of the accomplishments of their kids. You've heard it before, Kimmy swam the deep end or Johnny made the honor roll for the 4th time... Ugh. Well I'm not going to talk about the sports achievement that my daughter hasn't achieved so you are safe. Anyways. I am going to talk about the news she gave me a couple of days ago.

We went to dinner, oh by the way.. my daughter is 17, anyways... She tells me that she has all the credits that is needed to graduate High School. I wanted to piss myself with excitement. And it's not that I thought she didn't have it in her to succeed or something like that but... that she did have it in her to succeed. Little things that make you want to react like a diaper wearing 1.5 year old with a bitch of a rash.

In April, she'll be an official adult. Her mom and I did our job pretty good. 1. she's not been knocked up by the dumbfuck punk that every parent in town hates. 2. She, (as far as I want to believe. She's my daughter so your feeble opinions have absolutely no weight so piss off) has never done drugs or been nailed by the cops at a local house party piss drunk with vomit caked on her shirt with a "Minor under the influence" charge.) So.. I will celebrate this accomplishment, even with the jeers of readers who hate hearing about the meager, overzealous banterings of the too proud parent. SO..... HA!

What Am I Doing HERE!!!

2008-01-16T17:51:00.000-07:00

Hello.....

If you have ever been to western South Dakota and been to the Black Hills, you will or have been amazed at this patch of forest in the middle of nowhere. It truly is like no other on earth. But if you take a minute to read a paper or watch a news broadcast you will utterly confuse yourself will the idiocracy that the state government can be filled with so many out of touch with reality.

Last year, the Legislature voted in a tax that raised the price of smokes by a buck and chewing tobacco by 30% of it's selling price. Now before you get on your health soapbox hear me out. The class of people that this hits hardest is the lower class. Okay I'm not defending the lower class but the kids in these lower class homes whose parent has an addiction and will likely buy cigs before anything that benefits the family as a whole... (ie: food, OTC medicine, etc...) Ah... now you see what I'm getting at.

Another issue is the seatbelt law. We here have a seatbelt law that effects mainly the front seat passengers only. Don't where a seatbelt it's twenty bucks to the state. Now some do-gooder wants to implement a law that requires all in a vehicle wear seatbelts. Government intrusion again. Okay... before you get on your safety soapbox hear me out. We here in western S.D. have a shindig that calls itself the Black Hills Motorcycle Rally. Every second week of August in the tiny town of Sturgis, 300,000 bikers ride into the area...... with no helmets. And the main cause of motorcyclists deaths during that week is blunt force head trauma. Nuff said.

Socialism is alive and well in South Dakota as well as government stupidity. More later...

Hello Again...... Hello...

2008-01-15T19:45:00.000-07:00

Hi out there. It's me. The one who took a longer than expected hiatus. I'm a fool. Anyhoo...

Let's catch up.

As you know from the earlier posts that I got divorced. It was a bad period in my postings and I didn't think straight back then. Added I didn't think that you wanted to hear about my temper tantrums over my wife. We both made big mistakes and realize that. We are good friends now and let our past problems slide. It's better for everybody.

I now live with my younger brother Brett whom I see mostly on weekend since he works a swing shift and I'm in bed by the time he gets off of work. We have a two bedroom apartment in Rapid City. It's okay. I do miss being in Piedmont. Enough of the sappy shit.

Okay... Back to work.

I'm hoping to get some of the people I used to blogroll with and some new ones. Bear with me as I am extremely rusty. More later.... It's good to be back.

Back Like A Pimple on your Face,,,,

2008-01-14T11:25:00.000-07:00

Well I'm Back!!! More later...

White Money...

2006-11-26T21:58:00.000-07:00

With all of the scholarships that you can receive. There are many for minorities that Caucasians can't apply for none the less even qualify for.. because white people in America aren't ...Minorities. A contradiction in terms of the greatest degree considering that there are more minorities than whites in America.

Republicans at Boston University created a Caucasian only scholarship for $250.00. Now every Democrat and minority are crying foul. How can a white only scholarship be given. Goddamn racists!!! Well actually that's not my feeling at all but everybody else's. Now the Republicans are using this scholarship as a test to see how people react to a blatant slap to the black, brown, red persons faces. Now, why would people who are white be complaining about a whites only scholarship. Maybe whites have walked on egg shells for so long they can't see the double standard in race based scholarships. That's the way I see it.

Race based money guaranteed only to minorities. Well why can't whites benefit from money only given to them? Let whitey give money to his race for advancement. I have no problem with it!!!

Eric

The Kramer Effect...

2006-11-24T22:20:00.000-07:00

Michael Richards.... what were you thinking. I'm not blaming you for anything and what happened didn't change my mind that your are a funny comedic ACTOR!!! That's right... actor.

I know I'm not going to make many friends with what I'm going to say but if comedians were expected to apologize everytime some asshole felt offended.... welll there just wouldn't be any comics out there. Sure he went over the top but I'm sure if someboby was fucking with you at your job... killing your rhythm you'd fly off the handle too. The fact that these two fucks expect an apology is ridiculous. I've been to comedy shows where you just a.) don't sit up front, b.) keep your flaphole closed.

The part that pissed me off the most about this situation was that "Black Leaders" got involved. Why? Nobody was injured or killed by the rant of a man fed up with hecklers. These people wait like a cougar after prey for a white person to fuck up and they come out of the woodwork. By the way.... I'm not white so don't get your ears up that I'm a racist or a bigot. I'll just tell you to Fuck Off and all will be well.

The poor white folk.. walking on egg shells. I'm not saying that the white community has been very nice to the minority of the US... 50 years ago. If you look at how blacks are in todays society well... they have it very good compared to say.. Indians. Black athletes make boo koo bucks. Millions upon million of dollars these fuckers make but they are the first to cry foul and say that the world is unjust.

That is my rant for today....

eric

Sickness....

2006-11-17T21:01:00.000-07:00

On Thursday morning, my day off from work mind you, I awoke early because my colon was playing games with me. Now not to sound nasty but Mr. Diarrhea came a visiting. I'm not onw to talk bowel movement because some shit should be left to ones self but "Jesus"!!! I felt like shit all day long.

The night before a bar offers 10 chicken wings for a buck with the purchase of a beer. I thought the wings did me in. Talking with co-workers, I found out that something is going around. Anyways, I feel much better and will live on.

Eric

South Dakota.... duh....

2006-11-09T23:28:00.000-07:00

South Dakota, as I have said it before.... uhg. They tout themselves as being ultrathinking in the sense that the world revolves around them.

The South Dakota voter. Most idiots with no clue. On this years ballot we had many key issues with one that garnered National attention. That being the extremes attempt at controlling womens uteruses with a bad law. The Abortion ban. Most who supported this referred law were of the older persuation. People who wouldn't think of having a child. Those are the people who think they know whats best for us when in fact they have no clue and their ideals are very outdated. I of course voted against this bad law.

The next issue I had an interest in was the gay marriage ban. The wording in this is so shitty that if you read it it doesn't pertain to gay marriage at all. Of course tell a South Dakotan about "gay" and most think someone wants to fuck them in a place not meant for that activity. Homophobic should be the states motto. I again voted against this shit worded law but it passed anyway.

So in essence, avoid this backward assed state at all costs. You may be deemed illegal by some fucked up law.

Eric

yeah....

2006-11-01T17:43:00.000-07:00

This being the 1st of November, I'll shall ramble instead.

I had the day off today and did absolutely ziltch. The most I did today was get up to take a leak. I napped, something that should be explored more. More of the nothing doing tour is still in progress.

I want to apologize to the people who used to stop here and read. I let you down by not doing my part and am sorry. Upon reading my past posts, I realized it sounded as if I enjoyed writing very much. I still enjoy it but the ferver of wanting to write is gone. Maybe once I get back into it I will do better.

I hope the people who used to come here return and I will come up with more interesting shit to talk about..... Later.

Eric

The Way.....

2006-10-30T17:35:00.000-07:00

As you all know, I live in South Dakota. The mind thought here is... I'm not too sure. The people vote mostly for the incumbent but when the incumbent gets the power needed to make change they vote them out of office. Uneducated voting is what I call it.

The election is going to get interesting next week here. We will be voting on a number if issue that have life changing consequences. The big one that most know of is the ban on abortion. A clear and present violation of the sacred Constitution. I'm voting to repeal the ban set by the Bonehead in Chief Governor. I see it as an act of idiocy to violate the articles of the Constitution in anyway. To ban abortion in this state will do nothing to save lives, as the supporters will tell you. They will just drive somewhere where it's legal. My stand isn't on the issue of abortion at all. I think abortion is bad but to tell a woman that she isn't smart enough to make that decision of her own free will on what happens inside her body is just wrong. What next... what she can eat? Drink? Be involved with? The day of reconing is approaching.

Next on the ballot is to ban a form of gambling here called "Video Lottery". Video Lottery consists of playing video Poker, Keno, BlackJack, And Bingo to win money. In the agreement to have this form of gambling, the State of South Dakota takes 50% of the profits. Profit estimates have been as high as 380 million annually in which the state reaps half. A "no Brainer" attitude will tell you that the loss of that cash flow will have to be made up somehow most likely in the form of higher taxes for all.

Next is another tobacco tax. We have raised taxes on tobacco too many times. Again I take the stand that tobacco is harmful to your health and bad for others breathing second hand smoke but are we really going to change the perception that higher taxes on tobacco will be a reason to quit? Hell no. I can guarantee that crime will increase for those who can't afford the $7.00 price tag for smokes.

Those are the issues that I am most interested in and will be paying close attention to as should you on the women's rights issue (abortion ban)

Enough of that... I'm happy as a pig in shit to be back telling it my way and hope you comment like you used to. Talk to you later,

Eric

A Long Weekend...

2006-10-29T12:09:00.000-07:00

I know you are supposed to enjoy a long weekend. I wish that my long weekend was when I had nothing to do... not a case in point this weekend.

This weekend I attended the South Dakota Emergency Medical Technicians Assn. Yearly conference in Rapid City. I look forward to this conference because you see many that you haven't seen in a while.

Our state has 7 Districts and I live in District 6. Many people travel from the Eastern side of South Dakota, more so than the west. I would give this years conference a 6 out of 10. All of the speakers were excellent and informative. The meal was above average and the feel of the conference itself was pretty good.

If you know me I can just talk about the good... The folks who organize the conference work very hard at it I understand but.. it's their attitude. A better than thou disposition kinda make you look like an asshole. A certain few were like that. So you run with the big dogs for 3 fuckin days big fuckin deal. enough with that.

anyways...

Eric

Single.....

2006-10-14T00:06:00.000-06:00

Single... Hmm. I'd preferred to have remained married but didn't. It's funny how people react when they hear that you're getting a divorce or just went final with one. At first it's..." Oh... I'm so sorry..." Then it's, " Feels great to be free...Huh? You just mumble something and go about your business.

I get lonely sometimes. Not to the point that I'm listening to the Carpenters or anything so don't worry. I still see the kid on a regular basis and am around abit. Anyways... I'll talk soon.

Eric

Hello, I'm back...

2006-10-13T12:12:00.000-06:00

Sorry for the monumental delay. I have been without a computer for a long time. I have access to one now.

My divorce was final on the 29th of September and all is well. Marnie and I are getting along really good and have discussed the mistakes we made leading up to our eventual demise. I still hate the guy she was making nice with and will always hate him. But the hatred towards my former wife is all but passed. I realized that the marriage as a whole was broken and her contacting and being manipulated by the piece of shit from Bayfield, CO was mostly my fault. Well some of my fault. I still blame Jimmy for the overall distruction of the marriage. He knew that we were married yet he pursued the online relationship nonetheless But anyways...

I now live 17 miles to the southeast in Rapid City with my baby brother Brett. Not to bad. Anyways I'll stop talking about the bad things in my life and hope to get the folks back that used to visit here. I miss this and would like to continue telling my side of things. See ya...

Eric

And Summer Continues...

2006-07-23T17:11:00.000-06:00

With the summer continuing and it being hotter than blazes. I am waiting for fall and the divorce to be final. Court date at the end of August. Things are getting better on the emotional home front. I still think the redheaded cocksucker below is a ...... cocksucker. That will not change. I hope he catches something from the skanks he attracts.

As for the soon to be ex wife. I do miss the things we would do during summer. We did have good time while we were together. Case in point, The daughter just returned from a church gathering in San Antonio, TX. We decided that we should go together down to DIA in Denver to pick her up. Everything went fantastic. No mention of the dickless retard at all. So we do still get along and all can be and hope willl be good. We have our moments tho. I am still hurt and angry. Not so much at my ex but at the fuckhead who she was cheaing with. I Would love 5 minutes in a 9X9 room. Where would it get me? The satisfaction that this asshole would learn his lesson that he should eat from his own dog dish. My ex will say that he didn't know she was married... BULLSHIT!!! I read the e-mails and there were mentions of " Can't wait to leave my husband..." in them.

I am thinking of re-locating. I would love to go to the Ft. Collins area. maybe in a few months.. Anywho...... thanks to all of you lovely folk who gave words of encouragement and defiled the goatfucker. Let's hope this little chapter of my life comes to a happy ending.

Oh by the way..... I did the New Belgium Brewery tour in Ft. Collins... Very cool place!!!! Drink more FAT TIRE people.

Getting Better...

2006-06-28T20:11:00.000-06:00

Well it's been a up and down road over the last couple of weeks. The bickering and fighting. I still have yet to come to terms with Corky the Fuck faced dipshit. See insert in the previous post if you haven't see this hot cup of shit.

Of all the people my EX wife says she isn't attracted to is red headed guys. That was a shocker. Plus he's stupid looking. I'm aware that I have some smarts. Well, all the paper work is in for the final send off to the Eric and Marnie show. I have a good line on an apartment... Anybody out ther looking for a roommate I'm willing to commute back and forth from where you are to my job here.

More later...

Eric

Clarity...

2006-06-10T16:30:00.000-06:00

I’ve learned a lot over the last day about character. Truth and Honesty are a thing in life that keeps us sane… above the wild animal. Without the previous two you have no character. Without character, you are the lowest of the lowest. I have seen the lowest of the lowest.
I love you… powerful words. Those word you don’t say lightly. Those words are words you don’t fuck around with because saying them to someone can have major consequences. I remember a guy in High school who used to use those words to get what he wanted with girls, most with successes in his mind. I love you is said when you truly believe you have positive, true feelings for somebody. You say those words with in mind that you will defend that person til death even though they are blatantly wrong. I know a person that says those words as fun… kinda like that piece of shit I knew from High School.
It’s funny how you truly see people for who they are when they are caught between a rock and a hard place. When they have been caught with the proverbial hand in the cookie jar. That goes back to character… can a liar have character… probably not. A liar is just that a liar.
Think about the things you have done wrong in your life and how they have affected the people you say you care about. Guilty? Ashamed? I know a person who is neither….
Eric

Ramblings....

2006-06-09T13:59:00.000-06:00

I'm glad to be back. I enjoy this alot. It's a good way to say what's on my mind. Let's get started.

Thanks to everybody first of all...

A couple of weeks ago, the cafeteria where I work decided to have a ethnic diversity thing by having a menu each day that, what they thought,show what a different ethnic group would eat. On that Monday they started out with an African American cuisine... Fried Chicken... Grits... cornbread... with they exception of the watermelon which they figured would stereotype them. On Tuesday was Native American which consisted on "Indian Tacos" Where did they think that all Natives eat only fried bread tacos is beyond me. Then after that they didn't have any other races and the food these people think they eat.

Myself being the wise guy that I am... Said what happened to "White Guy Wednesday???? Which I said would consist of a bologna sandwich and cherry kool-aid.

Eric