graveyards rule

I am quite in heat with doing up graveyard shifts, at least so far. I've done two of them, Sunday night and Monday night both 830-700 in the morning, and it's awesome. I wake up at four in the afternoon and have hours before work, to get something real to eat, and make a lunch, and generally relax. I even have the option to go back to sleep. The work itself is nothing terribly tricky, either, so that's a definite perk.

I was at the zoo a few days ago, the Greater Vancouver Zoo, and me near animals is a sodomy dream waiting to happen. As you can see here:



And here:



Note: all animals are made of stone, unless otherwise noted.

Here's a wallaby, my favorite non-feline animal:



And finally, me with a giraffe hat at the gift shop:




It's a nice place, I'd say, although there's no petting zoo anymore. That was a disappointment, but the rest is all good.Nice day to go, too... not sunny but not raining.

I'm off to my last day before four days off in a row, which are already becoming populated with things to do. No rest for me, I'd say. Drinking, movies, drinking, Halo, more drinking, and so on.


On 08/26/06
Dero (hawkeye)
said...

that was one of thhe most boring posts ever bitch! even my gf says so. lol.
come on, wheres the on edge mic always ranting aboot macaroni and homless ppl coming to stab you.

10:54 PM


In reference to my previous post. Don't mind Bran, he's away at the moment, but we're hoping for his safe return soon. Please leave a message at the death metal meow... meow!

shat

Wow, has it really been twenty two days since I last posted? Shitt, I should really pay attention to things going on around me. Guess I've been drinking and partying and living up the good life far too much these last couple weeks to think clearly enough to get a post out. Such is life.

I guess the important thing to focus upon is that the Madness Youtube account is up and running, under the name drunkenmadshit . No spaces or stupid twelve year old girl under_score shitt, just plain and simple. The link to the profile can be found right here, or I'm sure it's possible to go to Youtube and search for it. I'll be posting some newer footage, as well as some classic old clips. So check it out, I'll probably add something new every few days. Probably aboot as frequently as I post on here. Not to imply a twenty two day waiting period, though.

In other good news, I'm finally moving on to graveyard shifts at work. At least temporarily, but ho;efully permanently. That means I work Friday and Saturday 7-330 still, but Sunday night I start at 830 PM, and go until seven in the morning. Same with Monday and Tuesday, then I've got four days off, then my regular schedule will be 830-7 Sunday-Wednesday. Four ten hour days per week, works for me. I've been looking to get onto this for quite some time now. When I first started I wanted mornings so I could play all my baseball games, but since that's over, I want to go back to being teh original night owl.

Also, I've been listening to Strapping Young Lad's new CD, and the new Lamb of God one as well. Go out and find them, or ask me for a copy, I'll send it on the MSN or some such.

That's it for now, stay frosty dawg.

the worst hangover ever

Went out drinking late last night, I had a blast.
But now the morning light has come and kicked my ass.

I've got the worst hangover ever,
I'm crawling to the bathroom again
It hurts so bad that I'm never gonna drink again

And by my seventh shot I was invincible
I would have never thought I'd be this miserable.

I've got the worst hangover ever
I'm rolling back and forth on the bed
I'm fucked so bad that I'm never gonna drink again

Won't someone just kill me?
Put me out of my misery
I'm making deals with god
I'll do anything

Make it stop please!
Make it stop please!

I've got the worst hangover ever
I'm crawling to the bathroom again
It hurts so bad that I'm never gonna drink again

I'll probably never drink again
I may not ever drink again
At least not til next weekend

I'm never gonna drink again



This song shall be the soundtrack to the most thought-provoking and intense segment perhaps ever created for a Madness film. It's a high-concept piece, to be sure, but I think it'll be great. It will be posted up here one day (the final product I mean), so look for that.

I'm still laughing at Bran's spectacular failed attempt at trying to kill a bug up in Salmon Arm. This thing is sitting on the windowsill, and Bran runs to the kitchen to grab the fly swatter. He runs in all "I'll save the day!" or something like that, and charges over to the bug, but wails his foot into a glass cup that was laying on the ground. This cup annihilates him, floors him completely, and he's in hilarious pain. That's what happens to heroes, boy!

MikeBack Mountain

Okay, no more posting when I'm very tired between shifts, and drunk. When I do, the previous post is what tends to happen. I don't recall it being so long and I'm not sure how I got so much stuff to rhyme in it, I don't recall most of what I wrote so just forget aboot it.

I've spent the last two and a half days in Salmon Arm, some little tiny city four hours north of here. Me and Bran went up there, and his family is moving up there. So I was offered a place to stay, gas money, and all I had to do was help them move for a couple of hours. Did that up, then hung out in a house that was still being rented by them, but that they didn't live in. The result being me and Bran getting piss drunk and causing drunken chaos.

Standard thing to have happen, really. The shitty thing is that I brought my digital camera, but forgot to bring a memory card along, and I wasn't able to get any pictures of the adventure. Luckily I brought my video camera along too, so after I capture it, I'll be able to put some screen captures up in this beeyotch. Only the family-friendly shots, of course. And the rest, probably, to piss off the families that read this.

Tomorrow I start the first of five morning shifts in a row at work. Last week I got THursday traded off, and only did four in a row. This time it's a full five, Thursday-Monday, all 7-330. I'll probably die by the end, but if not, I should be able to handle it. Hopefully my transfer to nights will be going ahead, so I can then do 830 PM - 700 in the morning. That'd groove much better with the way my body works, always the night owl.



Meow. I'll sure miss Carman.

life

What is life? It's the prefabricated motion of what we've come to expect, although some would reject, the very idea is insane, people want to stay the same. Not everyone wants to live, selfish bastards that won't give... a fuck if they died, hurt others inside. Greedy suicidal pretentious emo bastards with nothing but words, falsified and unimportant, cast upone a shadow of a sycophant world unfurled before our eyes. And where would be then? When we start again, a new life, new hope, no strife and no rope. Nothing to hang ourselves with, just duck and cover as the world passes over.

We're all going to die some day, because that's nature's way of telling us we're old, and cast aside like mold. We suffer every day in some silly way, we take it personal and try to find the eternal. For the rest of us there is nothing, we die and there's only worms and maggots, so we make fun of emo faggots who want to end up there. Slit their wrists, silly fucking kids, stupid little twits, world has their panties in a twist. Wear your fucking black nail polish, and go try to demolish, the society you hate, then go home to masterbate. You've got nothing but sadness, pre-imagined tragedy that no one cares aboot. Your opinions are moot, your feelings are void, nobody cares for you, just run and fucking hide.

And then where are we? We cling to life, the only thing some have. The homeless, the addicts, the junkies and trash, the sad fucking bastards with no goddamn cash. They beg for money then ride all day, to find some booze and wash the pain away. Fucking pathetic, that's right I said it, just fucking die you don't deserve life. Slit your throat with your own rusted knife. Disappear into the sunset, and don't think to fret of the life you left behind, you're greedy and eaten up inside. Self consumed, self absorbed, pointless waste of space on the earth we call our home.

So fucking die, and fly away, into the sunset now, today. You won't be missed, you're hated so much, you don't want contact or human touch. A fucking useless piece of ghetto trash, go buy another pound of hash. Try to smoke your pain away, needle your veins, just take the reins and take control, fall into the deep dark hole you've dug for yourself.

Fuck off.

fuck the homeless

So here it is, an amusing story of why I went a month without making entries on here. It's really nothing too complex, just I got a temporarily different perspective on things that made me not want to write anything in here. But then that got corrected, and all is well.

It starts with another probably retarded homeless guy threatening to stab me one night, as I walked to the Shell station down the street. He was walking the other way, and crossed the street, then passed me and got my attention. I turn around and he's got a knife, and tells me to give him my money and some food. Now he was a little guy, really skinny and weak looking, so I wasn't terribly concerned that something would happen.

I made some obscenities towards him, and he started getting all freaked out, and finally broke down almost crying, telling me how shitty his life has been. We sat on a bus stop bench, and he started pouring his heart out to me. For probably forty minutes, he told me all aboot how he was in Vietnam, and how things went to shit afterwards, and that he had tried to make a living, but failed.

It went on and on, I learned that he was homeless and starving, and hadn't eaten or showered in days. Well I already figured that, 'cause he smelled really quite bad. But he went on, and I kept asking him questions, getting him to open up aboot things like how his family had disowned him, his girlfriend and kid had taken off with some other guy, and just all this shit aboot how sad his life was. He figured he was at rock bottom, and that trying to rob people would be the last things he does in life before finally dying in a gutter.

While I wasn't presumptious enough to tell him to pick himself up and tell him what to do, I did tell him that things would probably get better, and that when shit is at its worst, it can only get better. But not by trying to rob people. Especially poor people like me. He came around, and walked away hopefully a little better for the experience. I went and finally got my goddamn Pizza Pops, and had something new to think aboot.

So for a little more than a month, I just had a different way of looking at things. And it made me not want to write anything in here until I figured it all out. Well last week, around three in the morning, Bran tells me that a drunk driver just wailed into his parent's truck, so I drive over and check shit out. His neighbors are there, these junkie sort of people, and they're trrying to be helpful, I guess, in their own little way. The guy even got some free gas from the truck, because it had a leak and such.

Well I got a description of the vehicle that had hit and taken off, so I hop in my car and start driving, nust to see what I can see. As I pull away the neighbor gets in too, and so he comes along, knowing what it looks like better than me. So for twenty minutes or so, we drove around, and the entire time he told me his life story. How and why he had been in jail, drug history, why he was where he is now... just a lot of stuff.

It sort of threw me off, because I wasn't expecting this sort of thing from anyone. And it had happened twice now, within a month, and made me determine finally that people with shitty lives probably brought it on themselves. If they worked harder to stay on top of things, and to stay in control of themselves, then they probably wouldn't be in the lower part of society. That might sound bad, but I do now believe that homelessness and junkie-ism is a choice, and that if someone decides to get into that sort of thing, they are undeserving of help from others. At least until they prove they can help themselves.

So that was it. These people feeling sorry for the shitt they had allowed their lives to become were telling me all aboot it, and it made me really appreciate all that I have and what I've accomplished. It made me fucking sure that I never want to end up like either of them, so it has helped me from that perspective. And in that sense, I am appreciative of the two of them.

And now you know, and knowing is half the battle.

Getting drunk is the other half, I would presume.