I went trick-or-treating with Chuck and Kaylee. I miss what Halloween used to be, but it was nice to see some creative costumes in the sea of store bought crap. Kaylee pulled in quite the hall for one seven year old who walked the streets of Livonia, as oppposed to those who ran their asses off. I did find it hilarious that Kaylee wouldn't look at a damn thing at the really well done house. Too creepy for her, I guess.
It was good to walk around a city I'd forgotten about, looking at the youth enjoying themselves. I had to take in everything and realize I'm to be a responsible adult. I'm no longer one of the people who can partake in certain aspects of life. I have to have a different outlook.
Man, does that suck.
Ah well.
I'll just have to have kids and live through their eyes.
Because I've been poor, I didn't get to make it to Garvin's bash on Friday -- A choice I majorly regret, because by all reports, it was the bash of the year. I did get to watch Saw and Saw II with Parpart, Webb, TJ, and Julie, so that was a fun alternative.
Saturday, I ended up attending a couple of pseudo-local Halloween parties - Canton and White Lake. I had a good time at both, but ended up getting majorly lost on the way to White Lake, which held me up for about an hour or so, because well, directions were horrid. I ended up getting lost on the way home too, until I took the supposed long way home.
I just listened to Veruca Salt's tune, "Volcano Girls". Great tune.
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Leave me, lying here. Cause I don't wanna go. Leave me, lying here. Cause I don't wanna go.
Tell me, tell me what you really want from me. You gotta let me know. I'm falling off and I need you terribly. One down and one to go. Volcano Girls, we really can't be beat. Warm us up and watch us blow. But now and then we fail and we admit defeat. We're falling off, we are watered down and fully grown.
Leave me, lying here. Cause I don't wanna go. Leave me, lying here. Cause I don't wanna go.
A million miles of running and I hit the wall, I bounce back and I run some more. But this is it, I'm giving up, I'm calling quits. So get down and meet me on the floor. Way to go, way to flip off everyone. I steal your thunder then I try to bolt. But I could stand a little pity now and then. I'm falling off, I am watered down and fully grown.
Go, I don't wanna Go, I don't wanna Go, I don't wanna Go, I don't wanna Go, I don't wanna go
I told you about the Seether before. You know the one that's neither or nor. Well here's another clue if you please, the Seether's Louise.
Leave me, lying here. Cause I don't wanna go. Leave me, lying here. Cause I don't wanna go. Leave me, lying here. Cause I don't wanna go.
Leave me, leave me, leave me. Go, I don't wanna Go, I don't wanna Go, I don't wanna Go, I don't wanna Go, I don't wanna go.
<.JonJonB> Purely in the interests of science, I have replaced the word "wand" with "wang" in the first Harry Potter Book
<.JonJonB> Let's see the results...
<.JonJonB> "Why aren't you supposed to do magic?" asked Harry.
<.JonJonB> "Oh, well -- I was at Hogwarts meself but I -- er -- got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wang in half an' everything
<.JonJonB> A magic wang... this was what Harry had been really looking forward to.
<.JonJonB> "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wang. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wang for charm work."
<.JonJonB> "Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wang. Eleven inches. "
<.JonJonB> Harry took the wang. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wang above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls
<.JonJonB> "Oh, move over," Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry's wang, tapped the lock, and whispered, 'Alohomora!"
<.JonJonB> The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wang had still been in his hand when he'd jumped - it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.
<.JonJonB> He bent down and pulled his wang out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue.
<.JonJonB> He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his wang, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his wang at the dementors. Shot silver stuff at them.
<.JonJonB> Ok
<.JonJonB> I have found, definitive proof
<.JonJonB> that J.K Rowling is a dirty DIRTY woman, making a fool of us all
<.JonJonB> "Yes," Harry said, gripping his wang very tightly, and moving into the middle of the deserted classroom. He tried to keep his mind on flying, but something else kept intruding.... Any second now, he might hear his mother again... but he shouldn't think that, or he would hear her again, and he didn't want to... or did he?
<.melusine > O_______O
<.JonJonB> Something silver-white, something enormous, erupted from the end of his wang
<.JonJonJonB> Then, with a sigh, he raised his wang and prodded the silvery substance with its tip.
<.JonJonJonB> 'Get - off - me!' Harry gasped. For a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncles sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised wang.
Well, since all the drunkards are posting lyrics tonight, I figure I'll post some too to a) fit in (even though I haven't had a drink tonight) and b) not think about what I did fifteen minutes ago:
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me as her body once did All five horizons revolved around her soul As the earth to the sun Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn Ooh, and all I taught her was everything Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds Of what was everything? Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
I take a walk outside I'm surrounded by some kids at play I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning How quick the sun can, drop away And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass Of what was everything? All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll ever be...yeah...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star In somebody else's sky, but why Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine?
You know you may be fucked in the head when you wake up from a dream where you are in boot camp with Kirk Cameron, and you guys squander the camp graduation party fund on booze and women, leaving you with only $150.oo that you take to the casino and try to win your money back on the craps table. You lose all but $5, and Kevin Nealon (who is apparently another member of your unit), creates a bullshit game called "dog leg poker", and wins all the money back, plus some. You have to get out quickly, and drive a volkswagon beetle through a parking structure, end up jumping it off the structure for no reason, landing on your feet, and trying to get into the barracks to replace the cash as Ryan Reynolds distracts the MPs.
Rev and I went off to look at a few houses in the Livonia area which have kick ass Halloween displays, and other than a few houses, it seems that Halloween is dead. I remember when the streets would be packed with Halloween decorations, and kids would all be excited throughout October for one night where they could go out, dressed in costumes, and retreive the spoils of candy whcih came from a good costume.
Lately, Halloween has been dead. Horrid, unimaginative costumes (most likely store bought) and kids who paint their faces white and say: "I'm a ghost!" or "I'm a white man!" (It has happened a number of times in my neighborhood.) I'm sick of it.
When will Halloween make its comeback?
When will Halloween be reborn in all of its delightful horror?
With Halloween ten days away, I thought a theming change would work.
Last night, I managed to bowl my average, then went out with Chud and the other bowling team who showed up. Much beer was drank, and much discussion was had. Good times. The White Castle was a bad idea. I blame you Chud.
The real question is if Bobby Brown got any action or if he went home and beat Whitney.
A few shots of Jagermeister helps the night pass easier.
Here's to the women we've met, and to the women we've fucked, And to those amongst us who've had no such luck. Here's to beer in the glass, and vodka in the cup, Here's to pokin' her in the ass, so she won't get knocked up. Here's to all of you, and here's to me, together as friends we'll always be, but if we should ever disagree, then FUCK ALL OF YOU, HERE'S TO ME!
1. First, you must learn to pronounce the city name. It's Di-troit, NOT DEE-troit. If you pronounce it DEE-Troit then we will assume you are from Toledo and here for the country Music hoe-down.
2. Forget the traffic rules you learned elsewhere. Detroit has its own version of traffic rules... Hold on and pray!
3. The morning rush hour is from 6:00am to 10:00am. The evening rush hour is from 3:00pm to 7:00pm. Friday's rush hour starts Thursday morning. Weekends are open game.
4. If you actually stop at a yellow light, you will be rear-ended, cussed out and possibly shot. If you're first off the starting line when the light turns green, count to five before going. This will avoid getting in the way of cross-traffic who just ran their yellow light to keep from getting shot.
5. Schoenherr can ONLY be properly pronounced by a native of the Detroit metro area. That goes for Gratiot too.
6. Construction and renovation on I-94, I-96, I-75, I-275, I-375, The Lodge and The Southfield Freeways are a way of life. Just deal with it.
7. If someone actually has their turn signal on, it is probably a factory defect or they are "out-of-towners."
8. All old men with white hair wearing a hat have total right-of-way.
9. The minimum acceptable speed on I-696 is 85 regardless of the posted speeds. Anything less is considered downright SISSY. Oh, and don't even think of allowing more than one car length between cars!
10. That attractive wrought iron on the windows and doors in Detroit is NOT ornamental. DO NOT get out of your car.
11. Never stare at the driver of the car with the bumper sticker that reads "Keep honking, I'm reloading."
12. If you are in the left lane, and only going 70 in a 60 mph zone, people are not waving because they are so friendly in Detroit. I would suggest you duck.
13. I-275/I-696 is our daily version of NASCAR.
14. It's not M-10, it's "the Lodge".
15. That's not a lake, it's a pothole.
16. If someone tells you it's on Outer Drive, you better hope you have a map.
17. The left turn is simple: If you want to turn left, go a 1/4 of a mile past your turn, get to the left, then make a left, then make a right. NOW you have gone left.
"Who needs sleep? Well, you're never gonna get it."
No, the quote game hasn't started yet. I;m just dealing with being exausted. It's been years since I've slept well. It's been years since I've felt refreshed. Damn sleep.
We had a brownout in the subdivision last night. It sucked.
My back hurts. I hate the annual "cleansing of the flower boxes." Plant life I never wanted have to be cleared out by my hands, and the "shovels, rakes and implements of destruction*" I have at my disposal.
Open house tomorrow. Please sell.
Whalers game tonight. They won last night.
Send me some love, ladies. And pics.
*$1.oo to who can name the song in which that line came from.
I can't get this Dashboard Confessional song out of my head, and I really don't like Dashboard Confessional.... But, here it is:
"Hands Down" - Dashboard Confessional
Breathe in for luck. Breathe in so deep. This air is blessed, you share with me. This night is wild, so calm and dull. These hearts, they race, from self-control. Your legs are smooth, as they graze mine. We're doing fine. We're doing nothing at all.
My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me? So I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelry. Whichever you prefer.
The words are hushed, "let's not get busted." Just lay entwined here, undiscovered. Safe in here from all the stupid questions. "Hey did you get some?" Man that is so dumb. Stay quiet, stay near, stay close, they can't hear. So we can get some.
My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me? So I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelry. Whichever you prefer.
Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember. Always remember the sound of the stereo. The dim of the soft lights. The scent of your hair, that you twirled in your fingers. And the time on the clock, when we realized "It's so late!" And this walk that we share together. The streets were wet, and the gate was locked, So I jumped it, and let you in. And you stood at the door, with your hands on my waist. And you kissed me like you meant it. And I knew...that you meant it.
Does Kwame really think that losing his earring will cause the public to ignore all the corruption and Thuganomics he applied to the city of Detroit?
If he does, he's a fool.
Hendrix will win this election and Detroit might then get on the right path to rebuild its former glory. He has to. If the Kilpatrick regime gets another reign, Detroit will have resumed its Coleman Young downward spiral (not that Kwame didn't already send it there...), possibly for good.
A woman comes home and tells her husband, "Remember those headaches I've been having all these years? Well, they're gone."
"No more headaches?" the husband asks, "What happened?"
His wife replies, "Margie referred me to a hypnotist. He told me to stand in front of a mirror, stare at myself and repeat, 'I do not have a headache, I do not have a headache, I do not have a headache.' It worked! The headaches are all gone."
The husband replies, "Well, that's wonderful."
His wife then says, "You know, you haven't exactly been a ball of fire in the bedroom these last few years. Why don't you go see the hypnotist and see if he can do anything for that?"
The husband agrees to try it. Following his appointment, the husband comes home, rips off his clothes, picks up his wife, and carries her into the bedroom. He puts her on the bed and says, "Don't move, I'll be right back."
He goes into the bathroom and comes back a few minutes later, jumps into bed, and makes passionate love to his wife like never before.
His wife says, "Wow! That was wonderful!"
The husband says, "Don't move! I'll be right back." He returns to the bathroom and then goes back to the bedroom, and round two is even better than the first time. The wife sits up and her head is spinning.
Her husband again says, "Don't move, I'll be right back." With that, he goes back into the bathroom.
This time, his wife quietly follows him and there, in the bathroom, she sees him standing in front of the mirror, saying, "She's not my wife. She's not my wife. She's not my wife."
Your view on yourself: Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for: You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship: You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.
The seriousness of your love: You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.
Your views on education Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.
The right job for you: You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.
How do you view success: You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.
What are you most afraid of: You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.
Who is your true self: You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.
So, I'm here at work, listening to Drew and Mike, and here they bring up Michigan's official Hallmark Holiday -- Sweetest's Day.
While I sit here laughing, listening to these people trying to get free roses for this crapfest of a holiday, I'm also laughing at myself for falling prey to this crap in the past. Ah well. My fault. I've learned my lessons, I've taken notes. I'm not falling into that trap yet again.
To all the callers calling in - Flowers fix nothing. It's merely a band-aid on a quadruple bypass. Trust me. Luckily for me, I've got nothing to have to apologize for, but then again, I've also got no lady. I do have Killians, though.
For those who care: Efren Ramirez (Pedro from Napoleon Dynamite) will be at the Toy Chest tonight. Go Vote for Pedro.
Man, that sucks. I liked Motor City Middays with Gregg and Michelle. Now no more Gregg? Yikes. He was the anchor. At least you can still keep up with Gregg and his lezzy action over at gregghenson.com.
Joseph Cwik is as bright as a button and as sharp as a blade. If there's ever anything you need to know, Joseph Cwik is the person to ask. Chances are he will know the answer already. If not he will go and ask someone else and he will keep asking until he gets an answer. Joseph Cwik simply cannot stand the idea of a question that has no answer, so if he cannot get a satisfactory explanation he will invent one. A good one. He is after all as bright as a button. There are though, some questions in life which are best left unanswered. The rest of us know to leave them alone. Joseph cannot resist the urge to explore them. He is drawn to such questions, like, well, like a button to a button hole! Joseph answers these questions cleverly because, after all as sharp as a blade, but then you know what they say about people who are too sharp...
Joseph can be very cutting sometimes. He doesn't mean to be. He just can't help it. Joseph can't stop himself from daring to say what other people hardly dare to think. This is why Joseph often gets himself into trouble but it is also why Joseph is such an interesting person to know. Life with Joseph Cwik is never dull. There's always an adventure, a challenge or a deal to be done. Joseph loves to do deals. The word 'no' is not in his vocabulary. When he hears it Joseph is immediately tempted to reply "Is that 'no' as in 'maybe', 'no' as in 'I need to be persuaded,' or 'no as in 'not quite yet?' Luckily Joseph gets clean away with this kind of attitude. Joseph Cwik, at least when it comes to the unanswerable question, is living proof of the old adage "Who dares...wins".
A mother and her son were flying Southwest Airlines from Kansas to Chicago. The son (who had been looking out the window) turned to his mother and said, "If big dogs have baby dogs and big cats have baby cats, why don't big planes have baby planes?"
The mother (who couldn't think of an answer) told her son to ask the flight attendant. So the boy asked, "If big dogs have baby dogs and big cats have baby cats, why don't big planes have baby planes?"
The flight attendant asked, "Did your mother tell you to ask me?" He said that his mother had. So the stewardess said, "Tell your mother that Southwest always pulls out on time."
Well, Blogger's been a ripe bitch today, hasn't it?
I pulled out my After Effects book to study up on it, and I went to put in the accompanying CD to do the excersizes. Unfortunately, the CD was cracked in half. Great. That helps a ton.
At least I was able to eat some kick ass Chinese and have some beers. Later, I headed off to Kup's for a couple more beers and some jacuzzi action. Much life discussion ensued. Good times.
First off, I'm an uncle again. This time, the new kid is Layne Matthew Sparks, and I plan on giving him a visit when I get back home. His father seems quite proud. The junior Council has begun. I'll raise my glass to Layne the next time its filled.
The CoasterBuzz Fall Affair at Holiday World kicked ass.It was a great event, and I got to meet up with some old friends and make quite a bit more. Team "Draggin' Bottom" reigned supreme. (Fat guys in a log flume or a rapids ride... They don't mix.) It was well worth the seven hour drive out there. Odds are though, I won't drive to a new location the night of an event again, though.
After the event, I drove up here to Avon Lake in roughly seven hours, stopping only for fuel and to deal with the cop. (Bullshit, I wasn't swerving. I was wide awake at that point.) The Indians game was a lot of fun, including running the bases. Hopefully I'll grab the pics from my phone from this weekend and post some of them in the Flickr bar. Why? Because I'm classy.
The car has been running amazingly, albeit taking its dirty lumps. I need to completely clean out that car before I take the next trip. It's a horrid mess. I've also been encountering a lot of debris in the roadways lately, so make sure you don't bail out lumber, fuckers.
It's quiet here, and I hope everyone's sleeping well. Sleep hasn't been something I could truly enjoy in a number of years, so enjoy what sleep you can get. Hopefully, Garvin enjoyed his birthday.
