Friday, February 24, 2006

update

I've been busy as hell. Fortunately, other than work, i've managed to pack my life full of things i WANT to be doing rather than those we're more ofthen than not forced to do. Mondays and Wednesday I put my time in at college, where i often see you mother... see... because she goes to college. Thursday has become weekly Risk night. However last night we also played this absolutley incredibe game Zombies! Finally, Friday is indoor unltimate night. Last week i managed to experienced the two greatest feelings in an ultimate game:
Picture this: You're on offense, and you cut deep and hard. I mean real deep, like a 75% length of the field cut and your defender is left picking up his socks. You look over your shoulder and see the disc coming in fast and high; If it's a bullet to the end zone, you're going to have to swing your head around, get your bearings and look straight up... and thats when you're in that moment, when you can't see the disc and you're running staright up and staring at the sky (or ceiling). But if you read it well before, you know it'll be coming into view over head. And then it does. and you catch it. and you are the champion of the world.

Now you're back on defense trying to stop the score in the end zone. The force is home side but the mark is weak and the the handler owns your teammate. The long, hooking throw is comming in from the away side, high, about to land right in your man's hands... your only option is to throw yoursef mercellesly into the air (you've only got one chance on the timing) and smack at the air with a long, outstretched finger. You half expect to cut throigh the air unchalleneged but then you feel the tell tale resistance of the plastic disc being angrilly re-directed off you finger tips, thus ensuring that you've prevented the score... and you're now free to fall uncontroled and broken to the floor, several feet below. Cheers ensue.

I love this game.

In fact, my job even managed to entertain me this week. I spent some tim ein the cold room, which is basically a big ass garage that's climate controled to the extreme. On this particular day, they had it dialed in at -40 degree farenheit... that's -40. To demonstrate the extreme of this temperature, someone took a cup of scalding water and thorugh it's contents into the air... it's instantly turned to white powder and came down as snow. Phase changes are awsome.

So, aside from these daily obligations, i'm still trying to put the Fiat in running order and keep the lady happy. Wink, Wink, Nudge, Nudge.

Monday, February 20, 2006

Saturday, February 18, 2006

I need my pain; it's makes me who i am

there's been a lot of posting and replyin going on here, so i figured i'd keep the trend alive. I boughtthis computer from dell and am lying in bed typing on it right now. I'm sore as hell from ultimate last night: I owned a couple guys in the end zone with some mad catches and blocks... but they tend to end in spine jarring landings on one's side and/or head.

Side note: with this stupid laptop, i feel like tom hanks in "you've got mail."

I guess the event of note is, i didn't buy a mac this time. It's odd to have it worry about viruses again, not to mention the fact that i spent the first 8 hours of ownership re-installing windows to free myself of all the crap software they package on a new machine. (here's one for gnome: you gotta check out this program called acronis trueimage: it creates a partitioned image of your entire operating system and all drivers and applications so once you labor over getting your system set up perfectly, you always have a completely recoverable set-up from boot. There's other benfits, check it out.) living with a hacker is very nice.

Finally, i'd like to point more attention to "brokeback to the future." damn that was funny.

Oh yeah, this guy seems to have it all figured out. If you've ever heard his rant about how the purity of the Olympics has been lost and how every American thinkgs you're a failure if you don't bring home a gold, you'll more appreciate what happened last week.

Friday, February 17, 2006

the FUTURE Conan?

In honor of Notoreous' arrival on the interwebs, i would like to dedicate this link to him.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

"click"

today leaving work i saw a car try to ram another car off the road.

http://www.remtek.com/arms/glock/model/45/30/index.htm

Sunday, February 12, 2006

smells like an old library...

Chestocrates got me thinking:

so i think i mentioned here the recent death of an aunt the the monumental amount of items she had in her house. Well, several months later, the greater share of these good have been sorted through, sold and distributed. As reward for my weekends spend cleaning and carrying, i acquired an old bookcase that once sat in my grandfather's office. He was a doctor in detroit and eventually gained a certain degree of notoriety as a public figure and sat on a few hospital boards. This particular oak case has twin glass doors and is about the most sexy piece of furniture i've ever seen, not to mention is hold twice as much as my home-made job. The man himself, i never did meet. They tell me he raised quite beautiful peacocks.

Along with the bookcase, i was free to have any book i could carry out of the place. There were, in my best guess, maybe 1000 or 2000 titles in all. Most of the paperback junk was sold for twenty five cents apiece, but it was the leagues of hardcovers and classics that caught my eyes. Almost ever book Vonnegut penned, some of them in first edition prints. Any "classic" author you could imagine was represented, such as Gore Vidal, Faulkner, Ryand, Fitzgerald... the list goes on. And it's not just one or two books, but every title that these authors had... not to mention the scores of books and people i'd never even heard of. Then there was the really obscure stuff; german texts from the turn of the century, an anti new-deal book called "the abundant life" (very intereting) and the book about the three guys who all think they're Jesus, to name a few. I ended up with maybe 50 books for myself, since i didn't want to be overly greedy. Some of these look to be worth some decent money and i'm sure there were a few gems that ended up being donated to various charities.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

long coming

Now that i'm all back doing the college thing, i been busy.

First, i'm officially off my Mac high-horse; I ordered a PC-based Dell laptop. Sorry Mac, you would have made a nice laptop, but that would require the offset of a PC desktop.


Site attendance was up last month. I suspect is had something to do with Girls crushing cars. Also, for some probably ceepy reason, that picture of holly holding a bat with the "peed herself" caption has been highly searched and linked in UK search engines... They're probably using it in some weird scat site. awesome.

In case you didn't hear, there was a super bowl here last weekend. (how's this for a cellphone camera?? nice...)

Damn place was blowing up with people. We took these shuttles (buses) from the outer regions to get to the downtown area and it was just insane. These buses were surrounded by a sea of people and i couldn't help think in my mind, "this is what it will be like when the end comes and they're trying to evacuate an entire cities' population in a short time."




Text version of this website

Saturday, February 04, 2006

mother?

Veronica Corningstone: Take me to Pleasure Town!
Ron Burgundy: Oh, we're going there!

There is a GOD! and he loves us... How else can i explain these girls crushing cars?

What the sweet hell is going on on this internet? Who are these people??? Heather, you sweet-vixen, car-crushing, self proclaimed revolutionary and seeker of enlightenment...

could it be? DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? We find these freakish things on the interwebs and we crap ourselves a little then we take a shower and forget about the whole ordeal, but didn't you see? all those car-crushing bio's said they were from michigan. MICHIGAN, DAMMIT!

THIS JUNK YARD IS 15 MILES FROM MY HOUSE. (scroll down for map) Ypsilanti, WHY, Ypsilanti??

...so tired...
...so defeated...

Friday, February 03, 2006

super ball's in detroit this year. that's the home of robocop

--meatwad

I love it: such a simple idea and yet so important. After five days of labor we set two aside and redefine ourselves. Two days to remember that we are not merely corporate cogs, but instead are Fiat mechanics and marathon men, professional drinkers and amateur dancers (or could it be the other way around?), body builders, recreational readers, hackers, music aficionados and of course, sweet, sweet love makers.

Five plus two, repeat until desired results are reached.

(of course, I guess the theory is we’re always working towards a job that makes those five days feel like an extended weekend. But until I can find a job that changes every day, lets me use my hands and my mind, involves lots of sweet, sweet lovin and has greats benefits, I’ll be relying on the weekends for my satisfaction.)

this weekend is particularly crazy round these parts do to el supero bollo (thank you three years of spanish)

i can't help but quote this ESPN blog: If you love burned-out brick buildings, this is the city for you; I have to believe Detroit leads the nation in low-rent housing that's been devastated by combustion. And this raises a question I had never considered until today: What (or who) is causing all of these fires?

My initial assumption was that these places were torched on purpose, probably for slumlord insurance purposes. However, a friend who lives here claims this carnage is usually caused by squatters; a building gets abandoned, it becomes occupied by rap-battling hobos, the hobos start a fire inside a garbage can for warmth, and fiery chaos eventually ensues. This makes sense (sort of), but the sheer number of these burned-out houses makes me imagine an explanation that's far more sinister. Is some supercriminal traveling around the city, randomly burning everything he sees for pleasure? This town truly needs a RoboCop.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

we've all got secrets

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/10927526/ I however would like to take credit for the idea of using sept 11 to fake your own death

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

here we go again

a lot of automotive folk found out monday that they were getting canned in the short future; it was news that one couldn't escape for three days in these parts, and now has sipped into obscurity along with the fact that sweden has vowed to be completely fossil fuel free by 2020. (google it; i don't have the energy to link)

Well now i must break my short lived vow of not trying to figure things out in a public forum-type setting. As the voice of the masses carries so far, i couldn't block out the common themed cries about "fat cat auto execs" that take million dollar bonuses while the company is "selling out the working man."

[sigh]

no one ever mentions that the "working man" in this case can easily make upwards of 100K a year with OT. I think people are afraid to state the obvious, which is these jobs are based on a legacy of low-skilled people performing repetitive tasks for what probably amounts to some 5 hours a day. Do you understand what i'm saying? Sure, maybe half those workers are real "hands on type" people, but the other half aren't even familiar with basic hand tools, which wouldn't be so bad if they weren't so god damned cocky about their jobs and such.

Likewise, why should anybody, executive or otherwise, volunteer self inflicted pay cuts at company A, when company B, C and D are paying the going rate for the work they're qualified for? I think the red-states will agree with me when i say nothing's more american than leaving a perfectly good job for one that pays slightly more money.

I've decided that when i look out onto the city of detroit, it's not unlike staring at one of those 3D posters. If you focus too closely, you'll go insane trying to count the squiggles. If you let things get to hazy, you might as well be in a drunken stupor. You have to find just the right amount of focus. (of course, those 3D posters never worked for me and i suspect everyone who claims to see the sail boat is a lying fuck)

Being a battery engineer, today i stopped a finished car going out the plant door, so i could use it to test-run a battery charger. When i opened the hood, i noticed that the screws meant to hold in one of the head lights were sitting in the holes but completely unfastened. The freakin light could have fallen off the car at any time. I asked the repair guy if he was going to report it and he said "what's the point?"

What's the point indeed

Friday, January 20, 2006

worms in my brain get them out

As mentioned, i have very limited internet access at work; almost completely utilitarian in nature, we get sites like Map-quest, weather.com and one that was just recently added, MSNBC. At first i thought it would be nice to have a ready internet distraction during the all too frequent down times and when i can't stand another piece of alternative energy literature without incurring the onset of seizures. But like most grand ideas, (most notably, the idea of "a stripper wife") this was not as great as it would seem.

Look, the problem is i have too much time, enough to read every article MSNBC has published in a week. It's too much and at the same time not enough... first i start on a national level. these articles about the war, they just don't mean anything by themselves, like looking at a mural through a pin-hole. See, today, i read about John Walker Lindh. He was a freedom fighter, see and he was fighting against the northern alliance with a team the U.S. supported back when john first went into the bush. Then things changed and everyone switched sides. They say he thought he was being rescued by U.S. forces when they picked him up; boy was he wrong. But then again, did he start the prison riot that killed that CIA official? One story with so many perspectives. things aren't going as well as some would like you to believe. A lot of people die but a lot of people don't; they just get blown up and put back together.

There was another article; it was about famous football players who get killed in the war by friendly fire and normal people who get the same thing. It told us about letters home that say they were heros and how many unfriendlies were killed by that person and the way to keep up moral is to keep FF on the DL. It was here because i saved it and now it's gone forever even though MSNBC keeps articles online for months after they're published. And then i wonder if i ever even read that article and think quietly "is anyone keeping track of this?"

See, the average person would never have time to read all this crap everyday, but then when you do, it's like a curse. Right, here's the problem: we weren't there and we'll never really know what happened. In fact, even if we were there, we'd only know what happened from our side of the room and that doesn't tell you a damn thing about what the other guy saw let lone why those people where doing that thing they may or may not have done. Does it make any sense? It's like when you ask for someone's opinion and they try to see things from your perspective but they can't because your perspective is built off a lifetime of experience that can never be fully understood even by you, let alone the guy in the cube across from you who just disappeared one day because his "legal issues" caught up with him and his wife thought the judge was going to go in the guy's favor especially with the baby involved but it didn't work out that way and no-one every saw him after that. Too much but not enough. I think his name was Ron because that's the person people ask for now when they walk by his desk two or three times and say "didn't ron sit over here?" and i say who?

i think i'm going to take a little time off to work on my car.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

once more for the crowd

In case you haven't figured it out, MSN is one of the few websites i have access to at work. I don't know why they choose this.

Anyway, turns out americans are the sober, photo snapping snitches of the space party: see for yourself

Also, keep your enemies closer, as they say.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

hope for the future

my seven (is he seven?) maybe eight year old nephew just got a little pet rat and very little white pet mouse. he named the rat "lieutenant Magma" and the much smaller mouse "tiny."

genius, pure genius.

reality pulls us back in

sometimes i hate online news sources because they can amend articles and then you have no proof of the original content. for example, this article about Ray Nagen originally didn't elude to any controversy surrounding the New Orleans Mayor and simply quoted his racist comments as fact. Thinking it was pretty funny, i planned to post it here. Of course, now that one person somewhere had an original thought and realized this guy's a dick, MSN jumped on board for the big win.

Also, everyone should read this article about friendly fire. It should ellicite some kind of response, even if you are dead inside.

Monday, January 16, 2006

crazy old man

I miss the old guy at work. He was a retired employee of "company X" that came back as a contractor (basically like me) to fill some time, make some money and offer some expertise. I don't really know a lot of people where i work because i only actually do work with a few of them. Also, as we all know, engineers don't make very exciting friends, and i'm surrounded by hard-core desk-jocky engineer types. Frank, as he was appropriately named, was not only a constant presence, but also a good guy with which to discuss the nothings that you discuss to fill the day. Unfortunately, as of the first of this year, he is re-retired.

Since we were both contract workers for the worst engineering group in the company (leadership-wise) we had (or "have" in my case) a lot of empty time to fill. When we got bored, we'd wonder around our huge engineering complex, discussing for the most part, cars. I can say without a doubt that he had some degree of experience with every aspect of automotive design and manufacture. Also, he was a former supervisor, so it made me feel a little better when he agreed that our immediate higher-up was a useless mass and most of the industry is not as we live it. If it hadn't been for this old guy, i would have learned very little in the past 6 months. Worse, the bit that i picked up on my own was the real trivial stuff, like "how to fill out form Z" or "where to request access A." You know, the type of stuff that the losers above would ask me to do as my part in the cogs of the corporate gear system. Even still they pretty much leave me to fend for myself on that info. Frank, on the other-hand, was preaching the good stuff; how to get ahead in the business, how to interact with the factory workers, ways to subvert, side-step or weasel around the system. He could talk to angry plant/quality/whoever managers and tell them not what they wanted to hear, but what he need to say in a way they'd want to hear it.

we would often find ourselves working at one of the many local assembly plants and end up walking the lines. He had such a wealth of knowledge it's just spill out. Then, when the topic of work wore out, we'd turn to the topic of cars in general. He was working on an old MG... i can't remember the year. He'd offer advice for the Fiat and even go as far as offer up use of his son's car hoist, should the need arise. Sure, occasionally he'd forget what topic he was speaking on and would require a reminder and yes, it was pretty hard to interject my own thoughts once he got rolling, but what can you do?

My old guy emailed me the other from Florida. He said the weather was wonderful and he saw a bobcat from his patio. He asked for an update on my current job prospect, which he was advising me about (still outstanding) and mentioned that he hasn't had a chance to go fishing yet, but you better god damned believe he's gonna. (the last bit were my words, not his)

Saturday, January 14, 2006

the boob icon is broken :(

I love listening to Car Talk on public radio. Here's a great fan letter i found on the website.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

a tech quiz

which of the following rumors is true:

a) high-tower quit his lucrative engineering job in alaska to return to tech to get a teacher's certificate in order to return to a remote city in alaska to be a teacher.

b) the wildman set a wedding date for his fall minneapolis wedding which will take place in a park.

Skelert, you're exempt from answering.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

from the 313

this quite hilarious internet video oddly reminds me of my time spent in the U.P. last month.

Also, you guys have to check out the FBI's wanted lists. There's like the crazy lookin dudes you'd expect, but then's the the international man of mystery and the ex-military guy who probably joined the A-team... we should take bets on who of us will end up there.

Finally, i'm shocked at how much good content MSN has. And i can access it from work. this article deals with Lions and their thirst for human blood. Can you even imagine fighting a lion?


(Keep hitting refresh)

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Eat your vegetables. Except Broccoli.

this is a pretty good article about diet vs. vitamin supplements.

this is a pretty creepy article about what happens when you light things on fire that are still alive.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

I hate Detroit

it's funny too, because my last three roommates all loved this hell hole. Rapper and celebrity Obie Trice was shot last week on a Detroit freeway. I drive on that Detroit freeway. Then again, lots of people do. Then again some more, lots of people get shot.

Grey. Dead. Broke. Burned. like a rotting pirate ship long abandoned. It's not that the city is COMPLETELY devoid of all culture and entertainment... it's just that one has to work so hard to seek out such devices. Also, no offense to, uh, anyone, but the people around here ("here" being "the northern midwest") aren't exactly as a whole... attractive.

Unfortunately, or conveniently, this is really the only place were i can become a master of two trades I'm loving: autos and alternative energy. Today at work i sat in a million dollar car; one of only 60 that will ever be made, it's the first "consumer" fuel cell vehicle. From the outside, it was basically a compact with a fancy pant job and freakishly high curb weight. sadly, there's only two applicable gas stations in michigan, with no plans for additional. I'll avoid rambling on about the state of the industry and the technology and all that.

Monday i start classes: "Hydrogen Infrastructure and Alternative Energy Transportation." It's been exactly three years since i've been involved in any sort of scholastic program and i'm hoping it won't be too hard to clean the rust off the ol' gears. I think i'm excited. hopefully i won't get shot.

...damn i'm itchy for a tattoo...

update: this guy knows what i'm saying. Even if it is from a few years back. So basically Imagine this, but with time to get worse.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

my online impersonation of an angry new englander

you ever wonder how much energy your TV uses when it's "turned off?" (i'll save you the medical mumbo-jumbo, it's probably between 10 and 25 watts.)

you want to see a lot of f'in pictures and videos of aircraft compliments of NASA?

eh?

you down with one of the best online sources for alt energy resources?

you know anything about the new hybrid tax laws ya punk?

(i should sleep now...)

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

let me check my notes, reprise

A poem for the new year, written by former detroit-blogger rob, inspired by the engineer's life.

A slave ship for stupid
white people of course,
opposed to smart indians
in Delhi; job outsourced.
Engineers aren't queers
so rest your fears,
of them surfing at work
gay porn.


But i digress. on a side note and AS an engineer (engineer of machines, engineer of men, engineer of funk), this year I hope everyone can learn to see the beauty of functionality.

let's do a round up:

astro-tourists? no.
flying cars? maybe after i get the fiat running.
meals in a pill? nay.
peace on earth/goodwill towards folks? negative.
ultra-efficient fuel-sipping cars? only in a honda press-release.

looks like we haven't caught up to the future yet. but then again, my cell-phone has a 3D graphics card and simultaneously can radiate microwaves deeper into my skull than any before, so we must be doing something right.

Monday, December 26, 2005

I'm Batman

this will be my final entry of the year. I hope it meets the standard that i have set in the past 12 months.

Saturday, December 24, 2005

In case you missed it.

I try not to dwell on world events, but It could be argued that the shit pretty much jumped off this year. I, for one, have a hard time remembering last week, so for my sake and yours, we'll recap the highlights. For you the viewer, i will scientifically rank the importance of these events, in this, the last of the year's "of 10" ranking game.

-Tsunami becomes a household word. A quarter of a million brown people get "a very bad feeling about this" before they and everything they know are taken away by a wall of liquid death. Stupid American news insists on first reporting number of American dead. U.S. response: could that happen to us?/10

-Indian Earth quake kills nearly 100,000. No one has any more info on this. Didn't "those brown people" just have a tsunami? me: what the hells going on?/10 U.S. BOR-ING!/10

-A hurricane proves how close society is to calapsing at any given moment. This event is memorialized by the rape, murder and random gun fire that follow. Neighboring towns close their borders to refugees with a makeshift wall of shotguns and redneck cops. Gas goes to 3$/gal and i wait with baited breath for gun fire to erupt in my neighborhood. The revolution never comes. In the end, though saddened by he misery, I can't help thinking, this is why I don't love below sea level. Also, the used car market is flooded with flooded cars. (carfax.com your used car purchases for the next 3 years). Finally, news reports inevitably interview locals who draw obvious connections to the "t-sue-naa-mi" that recently wrecked residents of the Indian ocean, even though the number dead from Katrina was about 0.01% the number dead from wall of liquid death.
Army Corp of Engineers: "I told you"/10

-The big Cheese bites the big enchilada. (the pope is dead.) Worry not, little little camper, for in no time a replacement old man who is completely out of touch with reality is ushered in to replace the hat diva of yore. me: 0/10.

-Civil unrest in France. i'm still not sure this even happened. Me: [null]/10

-Michael Jackson wears pajamas to court. Why is it that i can go from sweat pants and wife beater to full suit in less than 3 minutes when the Raging Cajun is in town, but MJ's team of freak herders can't wrastle that man-boy into a pair of slacks? If the world had ended that day, i would not have cared. me -6/10.

-1000's of U.S. soldiers die in Middle East. 10,000's of other people die of the same disease. Thankfully, the fighting ended months ago. As a result, Iraq has an election. I don't know how i feel about this anymore. Numb, i suppose.

-"Tear'rists" bomb British public transportation. Can we even FEEL shock anymore? me: I still wish we had public transportation/10

-A guy is shot for running off a plane suspiciously. Some claim the man made bomb threats, while most maintain the word "bomb" was never uttered. Events are made more disturbing by the fact that almost every citizen agrees the man had it coming, thus proving The idea of living in fear has firmly been rooted into our society,
me: 9/10

-I get a well-paying job that requires little actual work and even fewer original thoughts. I slip into a coma of boredom and fill my days writing absurd blog postings. To dull the pain, i buy a 1979 Fiat Spider and fulfill one life-long dream, that of having a fun, second car. In order to combat the inevitable death of my brain, i enroll in grad school, thus fulfilling a second life-long goal, actively participating in the official study of alternative energy technology; A science for a future. My cynicism is briefly sidelined.
me: 6/10

There was some other stuf... a slew of airplane incidents, some political deaths (both national and local, figurative and literal), and some of us finally become a member of Steve Job's I-Pod nation. ( i feel so urban and silhouette-ie) So in conclusion, just in case you forgot, this year sucked bad for a lot of people. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. But then again, if you're going to study Alternative energy technologies you gotta have some hope for the future.

Thursday, December 22, 2005

to the victor go the spoils

today the Fiat and I locked heads in the first of what will surely be on ongoing series of epic battles. Today's war was waged when i decided it was time she released hold on those dreaded security lock lugs. Have you ever tried to remove the lugs of a wheel with nothing more than a series of large wrenches and own guts? I'm here to tell you child, it ain't a pretty sight. The first two, whom i have affectionately named Skip and Skipper, were worked off with some industrial grade penetrating oil and the biting teeth of my adjustable wrench ("dogs" as they honestly and appropriately call this tool in the electrical trade.)

Skip's older sister Veronica is a bitch. Fortunately, I was able to take my Dremel tool to her face and make me a fine surface for my wrench, ol' bitey, to grab onto. She was third to die. That left Sedgwick. Sedqwick, i determined, is the older, molesting uncle of the first three lugs and wasn't leaving his home with out fight. I'll spare you all the details of the final extraction, the same way a doctor leaves out the part were he was standing on the table, cracking your gran-pappy's rib-cage. But i will say, before the job was done, my knuckles were mangled, my borrowed pipe wrench was warm and RoboCop 2 had been quoted at least once.



"You're coming with me, Cain."

today's day

White guys rapping is funny. I offer this movie from SNL as proof.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

interesting:

About 15 minutes a day, of my total daily internet usage, is spent looking at new material. Inevitably, i always seem to find things like this. Who makes this stuff? And how much of it am i missing?

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Fiat update:

Finally spent some quality time with the Fiat in my newly heated garage. Here's what i found:

The good: I found the clutch inspection plate that my tranny was missing, in my pile o' parts. Now i just need to find the four bolts that hold it on.

The bad: The wheels have locking lugs on them and neither I nor the guy i bought it from has the key to get them off. Any ideas how to go about this? (and i don;t have dynamite, so don't even ask)

The ugly: this car has an alarm system on it. No shit, just like the Caddy did. It's disabled because the battery is out... but i found these two remotes in the parts pile that looked like garage door openers... no joke, they're huge. Well then i find a black box in the glove box that's the heart of the alarm, tied into a motion detector. this thing is straight out of the 80's... very retro. I shall be sure to cut it out as soon as i get the wheels off.

Locking lugs AND an alarm on a 79 Fiat? somebody was a little paranoid.

more fo the same

For some reason, today, my memory neurons were firing images of an old train i used to have growing up. It was this big ass train that we used to set up around the base of our holiday tree. It was an old school engine about the size of my steal current steel-toe boots. There were 4 cars that it towed, including a caboose that had it's own lights inside and took it's own batteries. The train itself took about a million batteries and ran and made noises and even made real smoke from it's smoke stack. (you had to put house-hold oil in this little compartment and the damn thing burned it or something... smelt like a real train.) There's no way they're making trains now that smoke!

Anyway, this thing had so many lights and bells and whistles it looked liked like a freakin space ship at night coming around that tree. I still remember the joy i would get from taking one of the lesser ornaments and setting it on the track as the train came round and taking mental bets to see if the ornament would derail the train or if the cow-brush equipped engine would crush the ornament... or some combination there off.


Howard Stern is playing best of episodes all this week before Xmas and i caught part of one today on my way to work; it was one with Sam Kenison as the guest.

Sam Kenison was one of the funniest muthas of the modern era (rivaled only by aristotle's timeless classic "fake spear through the head" routine). [sigh] such a genius... rumor is he gained his tremendous delivery skills as a preacher but then fell from the church. Sam has been dead for over 10 years and i still can't freakin believe it. The worst part is, his material has moved into near total obscurity. His stand up is too "real" for regular TV and too old for premium channels. And the few songs/tv spots/movies that he appeared in have all gone by the way side. In fact, i can't even find much in the illegal MP3 web. Why sam? WHY!!?


Finally, i will leave you with a quote from my current favorite blogger, Latigo Flint:

Where do the female whitewater rafting guides go, with their tight cutoff jeans and sunscreened noses, when the first days of winter roll so dreary and cruel?

Back to heaven I reckon, where they do pass the time with granola and sit-ups until sunshine and joy does call them once more to the shore.

Monday, December 19, 2005

Sunday, December 18, 2005

not even drunk

Friday, December 16, 2005

back from canada

okay, look. Some things should never, EVER, EVER be combined. Calculus and hot Chicks who think they're comedians is a good exmaple of this rule.

I wish i had invented this.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

update:

1) sickness (of body) has finaly been defeated. Returning to training is hard... snow is cold and hurts. Must not be made soft by tastey holiday treats.

b) am now oficially enrolled in WSU Alternate Engergy Technology program. (WSUAETP or "wi-sue-ept" as i am now coining).

iii) today at work i saw a trash container full of brand new high output alternators in one of the shops. appearantly, they're cleaning house and these were no longer of use. Of course, the MAN says i can't take them home because he's affraid i'll sell them as new. Do you know what you can do with a 150 Amp alternator? put a prop on it and make it into a wind-generator (see bullet "b"). Or hook an electric motor up to it and use it as a welder... the possibilities are endless... and there must have been 100 of these things, some still in the boxes. This is why auto companies fail.

(add to list of things to do with those alternators: sell them as new)

Monday, December 12, 2005

Saturday, December 10, 2005

no pics yet

I will now recite the story of the Fiat. It all began when my housemate Jon let me drive his Miata, a light, two-seat convertible that was like a E-drop on wheels. It was then that i resigned to look for a fun, cheap car that i could love and wrench through the few warm months of the year.

The search was an easy one; sit back and see what comes my way. There were some misses, for sure, but then i found the red, 1979 fiat spider roadster. It was on E-bay and i watched it not make the reserve and fall into obscurity. Knowing my time had come, I made a move to contact the seller and arrange a viewing. Since it was located in Butt-nowhere michigan in the middle of winter, i could low-ball him. Because he had several vehicles on his property and the Law was coming down on him, he was desperate to sell. The car also included several boxes of spare parts, plus things like extra doors, windshield, tranny, which though i had little interest in, might be useful in recovering some money when it comes time for me to peddle them.

I talked it over with my person Fiat consultant and religious guide, Notorious. Turns out he has the exact same car of the the exact same year. We discussed the nuances of owning such a vehicle and the total package worth of the particular car in question. The consensus was, it was a good deal and would be a fun ride.

I made the seller an offer which turned out to be nearly 20% lower than his desperate E-bay reserve, and then i waited. After some time, he took the bait. (Of course, should the car say, explode, this story shall forever be re-told as "I took the bait") The car was mine... but now what?

Since the recently re-worked transmission had no gear oil in it, it could only be driven for short distances. Also, the brakes were needy. So it would have to be trailer-towed for the 100+ mile trip home. The seller was sounding remorseful on his
decision to go low and was threatening that more prospects were coming by and he would have to take any higher offers. (having conceded mentally this was a good use of money (HA!), and getting used to the idea of the car being mine, i was getting a little nervous about losing it) I told him i'd be there Friday with a trailer and cash, i just didn't realize how hard those are to come-by.

There's a big chunk of the story that involves me spending hours on the phone finding the cheapest way to transport the vehicle, arranging schedules and trying desperately to release the funds from my account and put them into cold-cash form. I wouldn't bother you with details... But i will say, there's a line in the movie Serenity that goes a little something to the effect of " You can know all the math in the 'Verse, but take a boat in the air you don't love, she'll shake you off just as sure as the turning of worlds. Love keeps her in the air when she oughta fall down, tells ya she's hurtin' 'fore she keens." On the long trip back, housemate Jon and I discussed the adventure on our hand-radios and decided the seller, based on wardrobe and location, must have been a member of the arian nation (well, probably not... but maybe). So in essence, we rescued the Fiat from a racist strong hold, and delivered it into a loving house and a fine garage.

But in the end, the hardest part about this whole experience is the nay-sayers, the nonbelievers and the anti-italian-car clowns; Those who refuse to let the dream live and instead chose to stomp it down with their short, wide feet that almost certainly smell of cabbage. Why, why, WHY! they would cry... If i have to explain it to you in a rust colored picture of oil leaks and top-down excitement, then you'll never understand. They can't taint a wonderful idea that almost certainly cannot fail... I mean what could go wrong now?

...

(The Original E-Bay posting... not sure how long it will be up)

Monday, December 05, 2005

Suprise, Suprise.

I would like to continue my musing about cars. Specifically, our cars. It costs a lot of damn money to own a car and that sucks. Figure, for a new car and a 5 year loan, you're not going to get away at less than $300 a month. And at that price, we're talking a plastic egg with a 4-banger. Now add insurance: Some of you may pay as little as a hundred a month, but as i am not both over 25 and "squeaky clean" in the records department, i pay a little more. Then, for shits, throw in gas at $20 a week (i'll be generous). You now pay $425 a month for a shitty car. (i'm more in the 600 range for an orange car.) that's 15 to 20 dollars a day just to own and operate your car. We're not talking upkeep here folks... figure a grand a year easily, averaged over the life of the car. This is why, in the future, I will work to ensure i can walk or bike to work.

Or, if you lived in Europe you could ride the tube for about a buck a day. But who really believes in public transportation anyway?

Also, it looks like Grad School finally got around to accepting me, so I if understand the cryptic email asking me to register for classes, i'll be starting the "Alternative Energy Technology" program at Wayne Statue U. in January.

word

Sunday, December 04, 2005

the old days

this student group in Texas reminds me of my brief period spent at the Gonzo news organization, Christ Puncher. Though i must admit, the work being done nowis leagues ahead of the back-door operation of days past.

Side note: Serenity came to the dollar show here and i checked it out. That movie is bad ass: Like a western in space. Plenty of one-liners too. I give it several raised body parts.

Friday, December 02, 2005

black magic

this is unholy.

(there really is a green dot... cover half the screen. The disappearing thing, i can't explain.)

Thursday, December 01, 2005

for those who understand cars...

...and those who don't

this jeep is bad.

this jeep is good.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

ahem

WAKE UP AMERICA!!
[que patriotic music]

this is your reality
******
your unfavorable backgrounds and hobos are gone
your ass is flatter and your stomach less repulsive
your custom generated features are better lit
your titties are bigger and symmetrical
your skin is less wrinkled and ragged
your weathered tats are gone
******

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Monday, November 28, 2005

smart-funny

This is about the funniest video i've seen on the internet this year.

If you dig, you can see the first 4 episodes here.

Did i mention that today i drove to Toledo and back in a work vehicle? Interesting thing, this particular truck was an pre-production "export" model, which meant the steering wheel was on the right. It was crazy. The hard part as trying to shift and change radio stations with my left hand. The harder part was trying to keep the right wheels out of the center of the lane. The rewarding part was when truckers and such would look over and get that Kramer-esq freaked out look their face.

no talent ass-clowns

having both a) lived in a snowy hell where cars get stuck daily and b) worked in the auto industry... this clip is pretty darn funny.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Training update:

Nearly a week of training lost to sickness with no end in sight. Seems the bird flu came early this year. Also, the family-filled weekend of buffet-oriented entertainment, probably didn't help my cardio situation.

can't get... "no easy way out..." out of head... must workout... in Siberian barn...

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

i feel like the guy on the right




chicks dig the fury rats

i don't know what the hell is going on.

this seems pretty legit







You will go to jail for:
You claimed sex toys as a business expense on your tax forms



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Tuesday, November 22, 2005

assignment of worth


My blog is worth $1,693.62.
How much is your blog worth?

Monday, November 21, 2005

those crazy germans pt II

to think, this car is having problems getting into the US because of "safety regulations".

Thursday, November 17, 2005

more drabble



I have been inspired to return to my roots. well, pseudo roots, that include a college career full of running. Shit, i took a class in the damn sport (or whatever you want to call) so technically the art or pastime or whatnot of running partially earned me a bachelor's degree. Inspired partly by chestocrates and the Wildman in their ventures, and partly by my growing, daily dependance on alcohol, i've decided to begin training for a marathon. The marathon specifics, i have not yet decided, but i done figured i should be good and ready by the summer, with autumn being my fallback date.

Things may not go well. It wouldn't be the first time i grew bored and just gave up (anyone want to buy that damn guitar?) but i've been putting in a lot of foot-time lately, and though I will not completely adopt a full training schedule until the first of the year, i'm feeling good about this. Plus, as my shoulders have always been my greatest source of anatomical failure, my legs as best as i can recall, have never failed me.

So that's that. I think Ultimate-Patimus will be my "kinda" training partner. We may run a few 10 or 5ks here and there in the mean time. Now where's the beer?

this should entertain youse.
this could be fake, but it makes me think of Chestocrates.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

LINKS!

first, yes, Bush is an idiot. Who cares? He wins. He will always win. If you disagree with him you are a minority and should realize that your people are on the losing team.

Second, well, there is no second.

I'm going to sleep

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

like a sailor without a boat

when did this new "flag" option show up, allowing you to flag blogs with questionable content?

and why doesn't spell check recognize "blog?"

(computer: learn spelling)

well at least that's settled. i need a boat.

oh my

(i wrote this post a few days ago at work, but with the recent re-election of "the man" i feel it's eve more appropriate)

Today as I was pulling into Company X parking lot I saw a man in a suit standing next to his brand new Car. This was a new car that had just recently been released to the public and it was shiny and sleek and hip and modern and all the things a new car should be to appeal to the masses. (It's been selling very well) And the guy himself looked modern and hip and clean and proud and all the things a guy should look to succeed and present himself as so. But then I looked beyond him and saw he and his car were alone in a parking lot of cracked concrete and faded paint, littered with debris. The dreary lot was surrounded by a rusty fence crowned with broken barbed wire, keeping out the derelicts that reside in the burned out hulks, but failing to restrain the overgrown foliage and unkempt lawns. And the further I expanded my field of vision, the dirtier and uglier and more destitute the whole picture became.

That's when I realized I was staring at a perfect picture of Detroit. And I was about to hit a parked car. I avoided the parked car but the collision of contrast left a stain on my brain.

"Fuck the G-rides, I want the machines that are building them"
-Rage Against The Machine

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

join up

why everyone is wrong and the whole system is fucked:

Just when i thought i had thoroughly acquainted myself with all the biases levied against a contract worker in a major corporation, i am yet again shocked at my shirt sightedness. Today i discovered that company X has a very nice, large, brand new health club nestled deep in the bowels of the building, featuring expansive spaces and decedent equipment. Further more, even during what should be peak work out hours (lunch time) the facility was nearly completely empty. (i can not help but theorize this has something to with living in Michigan and working with lazy, professional fatties)

Step off that tread mill good man, you sir can walk the streets of the city and lift rocks for endurance. But don't lift car parts, for as an engineer and a non-union member, you shall be cast to the depths of hell.

Of course, i never would have even found the facility if my co-worker and i had goals and tasks with which to fill our day. But, as he put it, this is the most low-tech, un-fulfilling, directionless position i've ever had. And he retired from company X after 30 years of service, coming back as contract, i guess, to make his life a little less boring. guess we both lose.

I have officially given up on Company X and begin anew my search for fulfillment through employment. Also, i will stop whiney now. about work. but watch out for my trash talk about everything else.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

all i hear is white noise

Holly and I went to the U2 concert last night and it kicked the Llama's ass. House-mate's and I dominated the concert in a way only experienced, college grads like us could. Housemate Stos managed to get his full name displayed on the band's crazy stage-effects generator right in the middle of the show, but sadly he was there with his mother and not able to impress any women. (you'll have to talk to him about the details, i'm in a hurry)

Also, former house-mate and recently-retired-blogger rob used the opportunity of the concert to surprise, and i suspect locally seduce, long term female Steph.

Holly and i on the other hand made our mark by standing freakishly close to the stage the whole time. I made up some diagrams at work today to show what went down. However, since i'm now out of work and on "Curt-time" I won't go into detailed explanation. But i will mention this: we were close enough to Bono to see that he has freakishly stubby fingers that i suspect, smell like cabbage.





Note: on the close up of the stage, its actually Larry who plays drums, not Adam. Also, Larry never smiles. In fact, he looks as if he hates the whole crowd.

Friday, October 21, 2005

windy

mother nature's a bitch.

proof.

more proof.

and this is just silly.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

sing and dance and screw

She came from Greece,
she had a thirst for knowledge.
She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College.
That's where I caught her eye.

She told me that her Dad was loaded.
I said, in that case I'll have a rum and coca-cola.
She said fine, and in thirty seconds time she said,

I want to live like common people.
I want to do whatever common people do.
I want to sleep with common people.
I want to sleep with common people, like you.

Well, what else could I do?
I said, I'll see what I can do.

I took her to a supermarket.
I don't know why, but I had to
start it somewhere, so it started there.

I said, pretend you've got no money.
She just laughed, and said
oh you're so funny. I said, yeah?
Well, I can't see anyone else smiling in here.

Are you sure you want to live like common people?
You want to see whatever common people see?
You want to sleep with common people?
You want to sleep with common people, like me?
But, she didn't understand,

[Jackson]
She just smiled and held my hand.

Rent a flat above a shop.
Cut your hair and get a job.
Smoke some fags and play some pool.
Pretend you never went to school.

But still, you'll never get it right.
When you're lying in bed at night
watching roaches climb the wall,
if you called your Dad he could stop it all.
Yeah.

[Shatner]
You'll never live like common people
You'll never do whatever common people do.
You'll never fail like common people.
You'll never watch your life slide out of view,
and dance and drink and screw

[Jackson and Shatner]
because there's nothing else to do.

[Shatner and Chorus]
Sing along with the common people.
Sing along, and it might just get you thru.'

[Chorus]
Laugh along with the common people.

[Shatner and Chorus]
Laugh along, even though they're laughing at you

[Shatner]
and the stupid things that you do
'cause you think that poor is cool.

[Jackson]
Like a dog lying in a corner,
they'll bite you and never warn you.
Look out.

[Shatner]
They'll tear your insides out
'cause everybody hates a tourist.

[Jackson]
'Cause Everybody hates a tourist,
especially one who thinks
it's all such a laugh.

[Shatner]
Yeah, and the chip stains' grease
will come out in the bath.

[Shatner and Jackson]
You will never understand
how it feels to live your life
with no meaning or control
and with nowhere left to go.

You're amazed that they exist
and they burn so bright,
while you can only wonder why.

Rent a flat above a shop.
Cut your hair and get a job.
Smoke some fags and play some pool.
Pretend you never went to school.

But still, you'll never get it right.
'Cause When you're lying in bed at night

[Shatner]
watching roaches climb the wall,
if you called your Dad he could stop it all.
Yeah.


You'll never live like common people

[Shatner and Jackson]
You'll never do what common people do.
You'll never fail like common people.
You'll never watch your life slide out of view
and dance and drink and screw
because there's nothing else to do.

[Chorus]
I want to sing with common people, like you.
I want to sing with common people, like you.
I want to sing with common people, like you.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

judge me

my appreciation for articles like this and the people who right them will forever prevent me from becoming "a sophisticate" or "refined" because deep down inside, i just want to drive a fast car and listen to loud music.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Let's see what's in the news today!

Compliments of the Detroit Free Press, On Guard for 174 years...

Delphi Declares Bankruptcy; A major automotive supplier and employer of unionized workers says "yo, yo, yo, i gots no dough!" This move would never work for an actual manufacturer of vehicles because it would destroy customer loyalty and faith in the product. Who wants to buy a car from a company that you can't be sure will be around in 3 years? It seems one sided to blame the union workers and their outrageous wages... but we will anyway.

Something about an earthquake somewhere... Another 40K dead... What is that for last two years? about a quarter million dead from weather, world wide?

Local news: (not even front page here)

Detroit Zoo Faces Uncertain Future; The auto industry takes a dive and Michigan follows. And when you've got the most depressed major city in a state with the highest unemployment...

Fire Bomb Hits house of Ecorse Mayoral Candidate; yeah, this happened about 5 miles from my house. There's more stuff, but i don't much have the energy or desire anymore. Time to check out the comics.

"where as profound hatred can can feel transfiguring, sadness just sits there"

Sunday, October 09, 2005

an american revolution

http://www.theonion.com/content/node/29453

just because i found this too painful to read, you all may appreciate it

Friday, October 07, 2005

again, from the top

I'm sitting at my desk listening to two co-workers talk about Phil Collins and Elton John. (I don't have outside internet access, so i'll type this up and post it later). These guys in the Cubes next to me can't be much more than few years older that I am, but they're both married and at least one has kids. They've come to the agreement that Phil Collins is just great, but the Indian guy can't convince the White guy that Elton John is equally good. He's Siting examples such as Benny and the Jets that should prove Mr. John has a beautiful voice. Meanwhile, the white guy is using counter example's of the bigger hits like Candle in the Wind and Daniel's Song, saying that even those songs, although moving, cannot make up for what he considers to be an "unlikable" voice.

In the time it has taken me to type the above paragraph, the conversation has shifted to one guy telling the other guy how great the movie "My Best Friend's Wedding" is. The second guy hasn't seen it, but in an attempt to demonstrate his recognition of the topic, has started listing other Julia Roberts movies that he HAS in fact seen.

I'm gonna go see the Omelet Chef and drown reality in fried omelet goodness.


Update: Several Hours later... Cube partner to the other side is talking to some chick on the phone. I know, because when a guy is talking to a chick, and trying a little to hard, you can tell. In fact, his "guy-ness" signal is turned up so high, i can nary resist the urge to punch him in the face. Anyway, he keeps talking about how he can't be any fun when "she's around" and he can't be himself or he gets into trouble. I can only assume he's talking about his wife. In the time it has taken to type THIS paragraph, the conversation has shifted to how long it will take until the girl on the other end of the line finds a new boyfriend. Thankfully, something of extreme inappropriateness has come up and now he speaks in a hushed whisper, and i am free to fantasize about sailing boats.

"I'm smiling all the time. that doesn't mean a goddamned thing except i think people who go around solemn faced and quoting the bible are full of shit"
-Former Detroit Mayor, Coleman Young

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

stuffs

I've just finished reading Lee Iacocca's Biography from 1984. Given my current line of work and fair interest in the auto industry, i figured it would be an appropriate read; also, it was free.

The two new pieces of inforamtion that were gathered are as follows: First, Henry Ford the II, (grandson of old man Ford) was as insane as his Grand-pappy. In fact, the whole Ford Clan were ravign maniacs that lived a life of wealth, racism, isolationism and did i mention un-godly wealth? All in the city and surrounding burbs of Detroit. In fact, all the executives Lee talks about, up to a hundred perhaps in each of the big three, are worth millions of dollars each. And all of that money resides within miles of the poorest major metropolis of the United States... Detroit.

Time for a Crime Spree!

Second, the problems that were destroying America economically in the 80s are the same problems that we're dealing with today. Here we are again dealing with a ballooning deficit, living at the mercy of the countries that supply us oil and unfair importation laws that give outside countries the upper hand. Of course, some problems never went away, such as union workers demanding too much money, lack or pride or drive in US workers and

I'll be the first to admit that correlation of variables does not imply causality; just because a bunch of Republicans were running the country then and there's a bunch of republicans running the place now, i'm sure there's no reason to jump to conclusions. Of course, it like my boy Iacocca always said, if it walks like a duck and it quacks like a duck, chances are, it's a duck. But what do i know? I'm just simple boy from the midwest

also, Nature's Enemies: snakes and Crocks

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

I'm a knife

Knifin' Around!

cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, nnnnmmm-cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut,

Do you take, those, intelligence drugs?

I don't NEED intelligence drugs, okay, Tom? Because i don't know what they are. Okay Tom? But i will put anything in my mouth that is given to me, whether it's supposed to be there or not, okay tom?

whatch'all do'in?

Ya'll? Where'd you learn to talk like that?

Hatiesburg...

Friday, September 30, 2005

So there's this party, right...

A party of Functions!

All of the functions are there, e^x, Pi*r^2, i^2 and even some old school guys like abs(x). Anyway, poor e^x is alone in a corner acting all morose. His good friend Sin(x) comes over and says "what's the problem?" c'mon, integrate yourself into the party. e^x looks at him and says "why? it's not going to make a difference!"

Thursday, September 29, 2005

one foot out the door

I realize now why middle management is often referred to as the reigns of hell. When you're the lowest totem on the man-pole (such as me), your immediate supervisor is just an old-guy who barely slipped beyond were you're at now (and you're 25 years younger) He's not going anywhere. He watched his chance of career advancement slip through his fingers and now he doesn't care about life. this is as good as it's getting for him and he's just waiting for death or retirement.

This man is your leader.

Look at him sit there at his desk... he's not going to tell you what to do. He's not going to introduce you to the right people, learn you the ropes or teach you about the industry. This man is useless. He probably wouldn't notice if you didn't even show up. His boss isn't much better, just a lot closer to the grave. Well, i'm not putting much stock in this position; if these people are my leaders, i got on foot out the door, baby. if this ship starts taking water and one day someone wakes up enough to realize my whole group is a joke, I'm gonna be the first one to dive off the side, resume and stolen pens in hand. Never invest too much. Never be worth more dead than alive.

other news: Big wedding saturday; gotta give that best-man speech to 350 strangers and pretend like i approve of this debauchery....

Friday, September 23, 2005

time for my yearly self portrait

here it is

I just wish people would leave me alone

Real Quick (i hafta pee...)

NASA is going back to the moon, and then to Mars. (google it, bitches) Number one, why is this not a huge event in the eye of the public? Number two, i'm more excited than i was when i found out they were building a space station. Then I realized the Space Station was coming up quick on the end of it's "warranty" so to speak. And i'm gonna be damned near middle aged when they land on the moon again. Fuck. I feel very unaccomplished.

I got a new cell phone with my contract renewal. It has more memory than my first computer had hard drive. (again, the oldness... it comes for me) However, if you've got picture messaging, hit me up and i'll shoot you a pic of crotch.

word.

Saturday, September 17, 2005

i watch for Willie, i swear...

This is for Holly

This is for me.

...number 17. Avoid people, situations, pictures or reading materials that might create sexual excitement.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

i have to go check some documents...

more about sex


STEPS IN OVERCOMING MASTURBATION

Mark E. Petersen
Council of the 12 Apostles

Be assured that you can be cured of your difficulty. Many have been,
both male and female, and you can be also if you determine that it
must be so.

This determination is the first step. That is where we begin. You must
decide that you will end this practice, and when you make that
decision, the problem will be greatly reduced at once.

But it must be more than a hope or a whish, more than knowing that it
is good for you. It must be actually a DECISION. If you truly make up
your mind that you will be cured, then you will have the strength to
resist any tendencies which you may have and any temptations which may
come to you.

After you have made this decision, then observe the following specific
guidelines:

A Guide to Self-Control:

1. Never touch the intimate parts of your body except during normal
toilet processes.

2. Avoid being alone as much as possible. Find good company and stay
in this good company.

3. If you are associated with other persons having this same problem,
YOU MUST BREAK OFF THEIR FRIENDSHIP. Never associate with other people
having the same weakness. Don't suppose that two of you will quit
together, you never will. You must get away from people of that kind.
Just to be in their presence will keep your problem foremost in your
mind. The problem must be taken OUT OF YOUR MIND for that is where it
really exists. Your mind must be on other and more wholesome things.

4. When you bathe, do not admire yourself in a mirror. Never stay in
the bath more than five or six minutes -- just long enough to bathe
and dry and dress AND THEN GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM into a room where
you will have some member of your family present.

5. When in bed, if that is where you have your problem for the most
part, dress yourself for the night so securely that you cannot easily
touch your vital parts, and so that it would be difficult and time
consuming for you to remove those clothes. By the time you started to
remove protective clothing you would have sufficiently controlled your
thinking that the temptation would leave you.

6. If the temptation seems overpowering while you are in bed, GET OUT
OF BED AND GO INTO THE KITCHEN AND FIX YOURSELF A SNACK, even if it is
in the middle of the night, and even if you are not hungry, and
despite your fears of gaining weight. The purpose behind this
suggestion is that you GET YOUR MIND ON SOMETHING ELSE. You are the
subject of your thoughts, so to speak.

7. Never read pornographic material. Never read about your problem.
Keep it out of mind. Remember -- "First a thought, then an act." The
thought pattern must be changed. You must not allow this problem to
remain in your mind. When you accomplish that, you soon will be free
of the act.

8. Put wholesome thoughts into your mind at all times. Read good books
-- Church books -- Scriptures -- Sermons of the Brethern [sic, Cistern
too?]. Make a daily habit of reading at least one chapter of
Scripture, preferably from one of the four Gospels in the New
Testament, or the Book of Mormon. The four Gospels -- Matthew, Mark,
Luke and John -- above anything else in the Bible can be helpful
because of their uplifting qualities.

9. Pray. But when you pray, don't pray about this problem, for that
will tend to keep [it] in your mind more than ever. Pray for faith,
pray for understanding of the Scriptures, pray for the Missionaries,
the General Authorities, your friends, your families, BUT KEEP THE
PROBLEM OUT OF YOUR MIND BY NOT MENTIONING IT EVER -- NOT IN
CONVERSATION WITH OTHERS, NOT IN YOUR PRAYERS. KEEP IT _OUT_ of your
mind!

The attitude of a person toward his problem has an affect [sic] on how
easy it is to overcome. It is essential that a firm commitment be made
to control the habit. As a person understands his reasons for the
behavior, and is sensitive to the conditions or situations that may
trigger a desire for the act, he develops the power to control it.

We are taught that our bodies are temples of God, and are to be clean
so that the Holy Ghost may dwell within us. Masturbation is a sinful
habit that robs one of the Spirit and creates guilt and emotional
stress. It is not physically harmful unless practiced in the extreme.
It is a habit that is totally self-centered, and secretive, and in no
way expresses the proper use of the procreative power given to man to
fulfill eternal purposes. It therefore separates a person from God and
defeats the gospel plan.

This self-gratifying activity will cause one to lose his self-respect
testimony becomes weak, and missionary work and other Church callings
become burdensome, offerings.

To help in planning an effective program to overcome the problem a
brieation is given of how the reproductive organs in a young man
function.

The testes in your body are continually producing hundreds of millions
of reproductive cells call _spermatozoa_. These are moved up a tube
called the _vas deferens_ to a place called the _ampulla_ where they
are mixed with fluids from two membranous pouches called _seminal
vesicles_ and the _prostate gland_. The resultant fluid is
_calleeminal vesicles_ are full a _signa_ to the _central nervous
system_ indicating they are ready to benother, depending on such
things as exercise, state of health, etc. everal times a week, for
others It is normal for the vesicles to be emptied occasionally at
night during the emptying of come from the central nervous system.
Often an erotic dream is experienced at the same time, and is a part
of this normal process. Instead ourse, the reproductive system is
operating at a more rapid pace, trying to keep up with the loss of
semen. When he stops the habit, the body will continue to produce at
his increased rate, for an indefese are not harmful and are to be
endured until the normal central nervous system pathway of rel During
this period of control several things can be done to make the pr As
one meets with his Priesthood Leader, a program for overcoming
masturbation can be implemented using some of t Remember it is
essential that a regular report program be agreed on, so progress can
be recognized and failures understood and eliminated.

Suggestions:

1. Pray daily, ask for the gifts of the Spirit, that which will
strengthen you against temptation. Pray fervently and not lout when
the temptations are the strongest.

2. Follow a program of vigorous daily exercise. The exercises reduce
emotional tension and depression and are absolutely basic to the
solution of this problem. Double your physical activity when you feel
stress increasing.

3. When the temptation to masturbate is strong, yell _STOP_ to those
thoughts as loudly as you can in your mind and then recite a prechosen
Scripture or sing an inspirational hymn. It is important to turn your
thoughts away from the selfish need to indulge.

4. Set goals of abstinence, begin with a day, then a week, month, year
and finally commit to never doing it again. Until you commit yourself
to _never again_ you will always be open to temptation.

5. Change in behavior and attitude is most easily achieved through a
changed self-image. Spend time every day imagining yourself strong and
in control, easily overcoming tempting situations.

6. Begin to work daily on a self-improvement program. Relate this plan
to improving your Church service, to improving your relationships with
your family, God and others. Strive to enhance your strengths and
talents.

7. Be outgoing and friendly. Force yourself to be with others and
learn to enjoy working and talking to them. Use principles of
developing friendships found in books such as _How to Win Friends and
Influence People_ by Dale Carnegie.

8. Be aware of situations that depress you or that cause you to feel
lonely, bored, frustrated or discouraged. These emotional states can
trigger the desire to masturbate as a way of escape. Plan in advance
to counter these low periods through various activities, such as
reading a book, visiting a friend, doing something athletic, etc.

9. Make a pocket calendar for a month on a small card. Carry it with
you, but show it to no one. If you have a lapse of self control, color
the day black. Your goal will be to have _no black days_. The calendar
becomes a strong visual reminder of self control and should be looked
at when you are tempted to add another black day. Keep your calendar
up until you have at least three clear months.

10. A careful study will indicate you have had the problem at certain
times and under certain conditions. Try and recall, in detail, what
your particular times and conditions were. Now that you understand how
it happens, plan to break the pattern through counter activities.

11. In the field of psychotherapy there is a very effective technique
called _aversion therapy_. When we associate or think of something
very distasteful with something which has been pleasurable, but
undesirable, the distasteful thought and feeling will begin to cancel
out that which was pleasurable. If you associate something very
distasteful with your loss of self-control it will help you to stop
the act. For example, if you are tempted to masturbate, think of
having to bathe in a tub of worms, and eat several of them as you do
the act.

12. During your toileting and shower activities leave the bathroom
door or shower curtain partly open, to discourage being alone in total
privacy. Take cool brief showers.

13. Arise immediately in the mornings. Do not lie in bed awake, no
matter what time of day it is. Get up and do something. Start each day
with an enthusiastic activity.

14. Keep your bladder empty. Refrain from drinking large amounts of
fluids before retiring.

15. Reduce the amount of spices and condiments in your food. Eat as
lightly as possible at night.

16. Wear pajamas that are difficult to open, yet loose and not
binding.

17. Avoid people, situations, pictures or reading materials that might
create sexual excitement.

18. It is sometimes helpful to have a physical object to use in
overcoming this problem. A Book of Mormon, firmly held in hand, even
in bed at night has proven helpful in extreme cases.

19. In very severe cases it may be necessary to tie a hand to the bed
frame with a tie in order that the habit of masturbating in a
semi-sleep condition can be broken. This can also be accomplished by
wearing several layers of clothing which would be difficult to remove
while half asleep.

20. Set up a reward system for your successes. It does not have to be
a big reward. A quarter in a receptacle each time you overcome or
reach a goal. Spend it on something which delights you and will be a
continuing reminder of your progress.

21. Do not let yourself return to any past habit or attitude patterns
which were part of your problem. _Satan Never Gives Up_. Be calmly and
confidently on guard. Keep a positive mental attitude. You can win
this fight! The joy and strength you will feel when you do will give
your whole life a radiant and spiritual glow of satisfaction and
fulfillment.

Monday, September 12, 2005

weekend round up

I'd love to comment on the New Orleans Situation, but my bad chemicals are too high as it is. That said, i just finished "Breakfast of Champions," which is in my opinion, Vonnegut's best work. Which means a lot, i think.

The most interesting event of this, a very action packed weekend, occurred at the annual Pig Roast (actually at breakfast the morning after) One of the attendees had brought a lady friend that he met on the internet. They were both pushing middle age and she was a blind Mennonite with a seeing eye dog. After over-hearing some very strange conversation, we were clued into the fact that this women lived all her life in a religious isolation (compounded by the fact that she was nearly blind and had the outside world described to her through a overly oppressive religious filter.) Fed up with the Funk, she decided to free herself and explore the real world. And we all know the real word starts at the internets! (insert "BLIZOW" internet sound effect here)

This dude comes along and somehow she travels from her home state of where-ever to good ol' high-five to the face michigan. This breakfast was her first experience with: bacon, Mountain Dew (which i know i wish i'd never met), the saying "B.S." (and it's accompanying phrase "bull shit"), a description of what a pig looks like and pretty much every second word uttered of mine and my posse's mouth. It was crazy. And the whole time, this helpful dude she's with is explaining the ways of the world; but try to imagine explaining what a pig looks like, and then immediately going into the reason men are called pigs, followed up by a brief analogy of how men like to fix up machines (so they'll be shiny and can be shown off) and women like to fix up men (so they'll be shiny and can be shown off) and the older you get the bigger projects you try to take on.

Eventually someone asks the obvious; Why did you leave home. And before the Mennonite can answer, the proprietor of the pig roast walks by and spouts "to get laid." Which was really funny until the Blind Middle-aged Mennonite agreed. "well that was one of the reasons..."

I think that's when i went off to shoot skeet.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

right...

though i would rather read Vonnegut and work on the accelerometer, i will share these links with you.

Efforts, though often mis-guided or dense are being made to round up the corpses. I've heard a lot of arguments as to why the shit hit the fan so hard down south. Some say it's because the black folk are treated differently than the white folk, and though i might buy that on a microscopic level, not so much on a large scale. The other reason is because they'se po'. Well, that could explain why so many muthas choose not to leave, but believe me, i'd be walking, running and rolling to avoid eating that shit sandwitch.



Some would argue that there simply exists an element in society that will start fires and shoot helicopters, if that repercussion-less occasion should arise, which i can buy. But then a fella who actually spent some time in the East side explained about the excess avaiability of drugs in that area and how a lot of people are supporting habits that can't be met in red-cross shelters or astro-dome buses. and these folks don't have a means anymore to support those needs and they're going to a little crazy and they're gonna loot a few hospitals and they're gonna shoot some shit.

Probably a combination of the lot.

Use the internet for Non porn purposes

Friday, September 02, 2005

no energy to expand on this

in the midst of a mother-nature fucking, some things remain constant.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Mother Nature Strikes Back Again, Again:

Son of Mother Nature's Revenge III Dot com The Movie.

Oh Snap

In all fairness, however, these things tend to happen when you live below sea level in a flood plane.

Update: Apparently they have bigger problems than runaway oil rigs down there... sounds like the police have been ordered to stop cutting people out of their flooded attics, (as if they were drowned sailors trapped in the hull of an overturned battleship a la Pearl Harbor) and start patrolling the streets. Seems the gun stores have been thoroughly looted and the shits jumping off like the wicky, wicky, wild west. Armed, hungry and thirsty is no way to go through life son.

think of how fucked this is and remember the tsunami was at least 100 times worse. but in our defense, the americans did add their own flare to this disaster: guns

Update 2: Things are bad in Seattle as well.

Monday, August 29, 2005

Sex and Beer, Sex and Beer

are the things we like 'round here
(and gary)

I received a voice mail Friday from my sister wishing me prosperity and happiness for my 25th birthday. I don't remember exactly how it went down, but i distinctly recall some comment to the effect of "you're an old man now." I didn't put much thought into it at the time since Holly and I were speeding our way to Housemate Jon's cottage in mid-michigan, listening to old-school hip-hop on the MP3 box.

you see, folks, with a spotty weather report and few ends in my fold, i wasnt expecting much more than a chill weekend with some beers and friends. What i got was a classic crazy-as-shit-fun weekend reminiscent of college, and as intense as any impromptu gathering i have ever been a part of. And even better was the natural, flowing groove of the whole event, unforced in every way.

Now as i sit here, sipping from my sweaty Labatt Blue can and listening to Kenny Rankin, i don't feel like an old man. In fact. I feel like a million dollars. So i guess the point is, here i am: armed with my monkey boxers and a million dollar smile, and I'm sure as shit looking forward to the next 25 years.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

darkness sets in...

my oil pressure gauge is leaking oil.
my accelerometer has a short and is burning up chips.
my helicopter is grounded until replacement part arrive.

it's the engineer's low. time for an idea beer.

Monday, August 22, 2005

Honey, get my welder

The revolution i have prophesied, It has begun.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

honey, get my welder

Holy crap, i want to build my own submarine!

Friday, August 19, 2005

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Computer Love

Computerized (Digital love)
Computerized
Oh, baby
A beautiful love

Computer love {Computer, computer love}
Computer love {Lookin� for my computer love}
Computer love {Hey}
Computer love {Computer love}

You know I�ve been searching for someone
Who can share that special love with me
And your eyes have that glow
Could it be your face I see on my computer screen

Need a special girl (Ooh, yeah)
To share in my computer world
I no longer need a strategy
Thanks to modern technology

Shooby doo bop shoo doo bop I wanna love you
Shooby doo bop [I wanna love you, baby] computer love
Shooby doo bop shoo doo bop I wanna love you
Shooby doo bop my computer love

You know I�ve been around
From hot sexy mamas to cool Prima Donnas
I wanna share your treasure, oh, so rare
�Cause it�s your face I see on my computer screen

Oh, won�t you keep me warm tonight
You are such a sweet delight
I will cherish the memory of this night
Yes, I found my computer love

Shooby doo bop shoo doo bop I wanna love you
Shooby doo bop [I wanna love you, baby] computer love
Shooby doo bop shoo doo bop I wanna love you
Shooby doo bop my computer love

Digital love {Digital love}
Computer love {Computer love}
Digital love {Digital love}
A beautiful love {Beautiful love}
A digital love {Digital love}
Digital love {Digital love}
{It�s just computer digital beautiful, beautiful love}

You are my computer love (Hey...hey...)
You are my computer love (My computer love)
You are my computer love (My computer love)
Yes, I found my computer love

Shooby doo bop shoo doo bop I wanna love you
Shooby doo bop computer love {Shooby doo doo doo}
You are {Shooby doo doo doo}, you are
{Doo doo doo doo doo computer}
You are {Do we mean it}, you are {Do we mean it, eee}
You are, you are {Do we feel it, yeah}
You are {Feel it}, you are
You are, you are {You, oh...}
You are {Do}, you are {I know}

Shooby doo bop shoo doo bop I wanna love you
Shooby doo bop computer love {Computer}
Shooby doo bop shoo doo bop I wanna love you
{I love you}
Shooby doo bop computer love {Computer love}
Shooby doo bop shoo doo bop I wanna love you
{I love you, oh...}

You are {Shooby dee da doo}, you are
{Shooby dee da doo doo de doo doo doo computer}
You are {Do we mean it}, you are {Do we mean it}
You are {Do we mean it, do we, baby}, you are
{Do we, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah}

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

that is all

Everyone that ever played with an NES should watch this hilarious video.

so busy... so sleepy

helicopter update: installed carbon fiber rotors, flew like a champ, bent my main shaft. Parts in the mail.

accelerometer update: prototyping complete, software issues to be resolved, testing underway. Parts in the mail.

female robot update: real girls smell better, and until A.I. revolution, are better at the art of seduction. Parts, however, still in the mail.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Nerd up

i have exploded into the geek world this week. firstly, RC stuff has always been cool, but more recently, fairly affordable. With these two truths in full effect, i bought meself a ready-to-fly, fully functionally, 6 channel remote controlled helicopter.

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Holly, if you're reading this, Scotter made me do it. He does, after all, make more money than me. And now, for Nick's Sake, some provocative shots of the beast undressed...
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Oh... it seems to have fallen out of it's wears... Any pilot worth his salt will notice that those rotors are about 20% shorter than they should be. Well, fuck. I'm here to tell you it ain't easy to fly one of these bastards. So i suspect when i'm done typing here i'll shoot up to the local torture and hobby store to get some new rotors.

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the drive around town will give housemate and I a chance to test out accelerometer v.1.0. I'm really having fun with this one...

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Stealing my inspiration from the internet (housemate on software, me on hardware), we used a microprocessor to read the analog output of an accelerometer. The accelerometer is a one chip design that measures +/- 2.5 G's on the two axis parallel to the chip itself. The processor uses it's internal analog to digital converter (ADC) to average and display these values real time. It will also hold the max value at any given time for about 1.2 seconds, so you can easily read off peak values as you're, for example, evading police interrogation in your highly modified, bullet proff caddy. Expect great things from this project in the future...

These are the projects that make life fun for an engineer who's real-life job involves pushin' too many pencils.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

tastes like burning

I work in detroit.

Every person in south east michigan has at some point in their life, to simplify the mental geography of another, has claimed to "live/work in detroit" but i am blessed to be one of the few that actually lives or works within the city limits.


(detroit train station- well ventilated)

I'm being facetious.

No body is blessed in this city. Detroit is easily the most blown-out, blight-ridden, decayed, over-grown and hopeless-for-recovery of all the major cities of the U.S. Fuck "over there," this is a third word country. I'm convinced that every person who has business in this city is tied down by some force out of their control; Be it family, work or a missing limb.



My office is on a fairly major road and i travel approximately 2 miles on that road, between the building and the freeway i take to get there. There's at least a dozen boarded-up, abandoned, or empty building on that stretch. This includes a former car wash, former grocery store, former fast food restaurant and several other "former" buildings all nicely mixed in between the several bars (at least one of the strip variety), day care and McDonald's that remain. Keep in mind, I work at a major office (read: thousands of employees) and we're surrounded by ghetto. I'm talking walking skeletons with bad hair and broken sunglasses wondering the streets- ghetto.

The strangest part is, people from Detroit don't really understand how bad it is. I mean, again, no one is FROM Detroit, just the suburbs. And everyone knows you shouldn't go into the city, lest you be filming robot-cop III. But it's just accepted as... Detroit. Yet, today, i was listening to an Iranian and a French-Canadian discuss their impressions of the city and it was like they had landed on the moon. It was a joke here to them; there's nothing to do and no place to go.

I'm sick of this topic. I'm moving to Colorado.

Note: There are many websites dealing with "detroit urban exploring" in the many abandoned Detroit structures
http://forgottenmichigan.com/gallery/AdamsTheater
http://forgottenmichigan.com/gallery/UE
http://www.detroitblog.org/index.php?paged=3

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

FI-YAR!

Seems the town two over is burning down. Damn you refinery! you win again... (when will they learn!?)

[drops to knees, beats ground with fists]

Incidentally, while searching for web info pertaining to the massive toxic chemical fire that was burning out of control, i couldn't get past the stories surrounding the local stabbing and shootings... check it out.

If you REALLY want to piss some people off:
jigga-what?

Friday, August 05, 2005

chillin bro'

Thursday, August 04, 2005

i wish i had some substance to this empty post.

let's recap...

I found my keys for all those of you who were holding vigil. On the plus side, we can cancel that bulk order of "find them keys" yellow ribbon magnets.

I'm beginning to realize that every meeting at work will inevitably end by unanimously deciding that the issue at hand cannot be resolved and will need to be passed on to some other schmuck that couldn't attend today's meeting because he's busy at some other meeting. I think there's only like 7 people who make decision around there.

Chest finally manned up and got internet access so there should be a massive increase in indiscernible posts and off-topic responses.

I installed my oil pressure gauge and electronic scan tool that reads off the car's computer. unfortunately the scan tool wasn't allowing the ECU-bus of the pontiac to go into sleep mode when the car was off and drained my battery into a toxic-lead paper weight. (ever hear the joke about the battery engineer with the dead battery?) I'm waiting for the manufacturer to mail it back to me.

The Pelvic Queen had an interview that could put her into the heart of the auto industry and the bowels of Detroit. But i repeat myself.

Finally, i learned a new phrase at work, "surfacing the Issues," which is a real passive way of saying "This is what sucks about you and the work you're doing, but i'm just saying, ya know?"

Monday, August 01, 2005

where the fuck are my keys?

the world has taken a series of shits in my soup today, and tho i can normally weather these frustrating events fairly well, i feel like smashing something beautiful.

I am Curt's furious anger.