Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Blue Steel Beer

It is tough not to get wrapped up in your insecurities. But laughing in the face of what scares us the most is still laughing. It helps to humor this madness. The Truckstop interviewed the gentleman in the photo and he is an out of work blacksmith that is forced to do stunt double work in animated feature films. Adapt and conquer your fears. Laugh right in their faces.

Part three in an ongoing series.


Sunday, April 26, 2009

Of Optimism and The Packaging Jaugernaut

Peaks and valleys and mixed interpretations. Learned behavior notwithstanding how else would we behave? Societal pressures attempt to tell us right from wrong but who told them? The quest for proper packaging is near and with it optimism for the future. These things should not be taken lightly. With this opportunity for optimism comes the return of a peak and a ramp to the positive. That's right unless of course I'm wrong.


Part two in the series.

Friday, April 24, 2009


Yesterday I was exposed to something very infectious. Something that the minute it hit me I knew it would leave a lasting impression on me. So contagious and it left me helpless. Don't laugh.


Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Listen Listen

Might I suggest some of the sweet sounds from the Band of Horses! Really good stuff kids really good!


Monday, April 20, 2009

Blast from the past

This was originally composed by me on January 20, 2004 and was asked to be re-posted.

A message to you my fellow Americans:

This is a warning, a mention of information designed to inform and support.
I had a terrible mishap, a turn of misfortune that I want to share in order
that it never happens to you or your loved ones.

My tale of woe starts with the running out of my *regular strength* Gold
Bond powder. I went to purchase some more *regular strength* Gold Bond but
fucking Rite Aide was out of it. That's what I get for going to Perrysburg!
I was forced as a consumer to go with the EXTRA STRENGTH Gold Bond. I can
only hope that Dr. Joseph Mengele gets some props for having developed this
torture device in the halls of Auschwitz. Only a Nazi "torture king" would
develop such a product for everyday use.

I was somehow hoping that I was going to enjoy the added benefits of the
EXTRA STRENGTH Gold Bond but this was not the case. Upon application to the
"seed" area I was suddenly doused with gasoline, lit on fire, electrocuted,
and had most of my genital area refinished with a fine cheese grater all at
once. The burning was unlike nothing I have ever felt before and never want
anyone to experience again. That is why I am writing this. For the sake of

I sought shelter by returning to the shower in hopes of washing away the
powder and Quenching the fire that was now burning in my groin. THAT JUST

I took me some advanced breathing techniques to finally regain my composure
and return as a functioning member of society. I ask of you to spread the
word and don't have what happed to me happen to you.

Thanks you and have a good day,


Monday, April 13, 2009

The sublties of Poverty and his friend Frustration

This is the first of a series on what it sometimes means to be unemployed.

Growing up I never wanted to be rich. I never had aspirations of being wealthy with money. I always wanted to be comfortable, have nice things and work hard to get it. Now here I am two years from having last cashed a legitimate paycheck and I find Poverty and his friend Frustration have been showing up uninvited to dinner a lot lately.

Not that this layoff hasn't been without it's upside. I have learned a lot about myself and have realized that I have a lot of family and friends that have supported me in a myriad of ways. For that I am completely and everlasting grateful and hope someday I can return the ten-thousand or so favors that have shone upon me.

But what I have also learned is that I can find some humor in the frustration. I know it is just a rouse and it will soon pass, that all this is, just a test of wits.

When this is over and I am back to work it should take me around three years of solid cooking and restauranting to repay the free meals I have received from friends and family over the last two years. These meals have been gifted in many forms. Be it the straight forward "come on over for dinner" or the grocery purchase, or what is usually my favorite the gifting of meat. I am above most things, a carnivore. Here again the gifting of meat comes in many forms and species and all is welcome with open arms and a clove of garlic.

As time has worn on I have been reaching deeper and deeper into freezer and pantry for nourishment. I have stocked up enough canned goods and frozen meat for just such a "back burner" or "rainy day" type of situation such as this economic climate.

I have been a member of Weight Watchers for about a year and a half and have had slow, but fair success with the plan. The eating regime that comes with loosing weight does not always bode well with canned ravioli or wild game and it is here where my dinner guests Poverty and Frustration remind me of that.

This past Friday I got some Deer Steaks out of the freezer. My normal diet has consisted of chicken breast covered in chicken breast with broiled chicken breast on the side and chicken breast pudding for dessert. Clearly my body is not used to and influx of wild game but times are tough the meat was free and tasted incredible as it came off the grill. Plus there was plenty left over for Saturday so it was an economic win-win.

Ah Saturday, yes well I opened the day as usual with two cashew granola bars and a glass of skim milk. Out to the barn for the changing of the snow plow and mower deck. Finished by one o'clock I had to run some errands and stop to see a few people. I Grabbed a handful of peanuts on the way out. At the first stop a friend of mine gave me some smoked deer sausage. Not exactly the pinnacle of Weight Watcher friendliness but a delicacy nonetheless. This sausage was made by an "oldtimer" friend of his who has mad skills in the cured meat department.

Now it would seem that about this time some sort of fuse had been lit and the gas build up in my lower abdomen was approaching critical mass. But, being a man, I enjoy the gifts of life, the simple things. This day's food combo provided farting and burping, both in spades. The gas was tremendous, a wretched stench that if properly concentrated could remove paint. Now I have always been more of a skilled burper and consider myself a pro in burp circles, so the things there were coming out of my top half were welcomed and of equal power as my farts.

Arriving home some four hours later (five-thirty P.M.) I skarffed the last of the leftover deer steak. It was about this time that duty called and I had to sit on the throne. It would have seem impossible with all that gas build up that this particular movement was going to be anything short of spectacular. It did not disappoint. This particular blowout was nothing less than nuclear. This must have looked like an upside down Old Faithful. The discharge was somewhere between cake batter and oil slick. The relief however was unprecedented.

Before I go much further I should also mention the potential of an additional catalyst. Between breakfast and the deer sausage I drank a beer. Now, I don’t regularly drink beer anymore but still like to have one once a month or so. Today I looked in the ice box and reached for a Schlitz. Now I know what you are thinking and the answer is yes, they still make Schlitz.

I originally did not think much of the blast as given the combination of things that I had eaten that day stranger things have happened.

Around eight P.M. I ventured to my friend Richie’s for a little get together he was having in his barn. It was soon after my arrival that I felt the pressure building yet again. This time there seemed to be a heightened since of urgency associated with the bouts of gas pains. I retired to the house and locked myself away in his bathroom for what was to be another round of nuclear warfare.

As I sat on the pot I realized that most of the things I had eaten that day would not have been consumed in the same combination or quantity/frequency had I been employed and not been on the reserves of my pantry. Now don’t get me wrong I am glad I got what I got and more than thankful for the support of the family and friends alike. But the fact remains that I would not of had cooked a whole package of deer steaks just for me. I would have had bottled water in the fridge and not had the Schlitz. Clearly the poor house has been the helping hand in this recipe for disaster.

I digress, after round two I felt even more invigorated and felt as though the worst had to be behind me. (No Pun intended) The rest of the evening was uneventful and I was home by 12:30am. Just before I laid my little head down on my pillow the sounds and pressure that were emanating from my guts was unreal. Borderline cause for concern really. Off to the office I go. KA BOOM round three reminded me of the Iraqi war footage of all the bombs and missiles going off in Baghdad. The smell was somewhere between rotting meat and leaf fire. Again euphoria. Surly I must be on empty.

I slept like a rock. Awake by 8:30am I got up took my morning urination and retired to the living room for some TV. It was about 30 seconds into channel surfing when again the pressure built. Again same effect.

My bout with the splatter poops lasted about thirty-six hours. Along the way ample amounts of Desitin were needed to squelch the burn. Thank god for Zinc. I don’t blame the bad food. I blame the economy.


Friday, April 10, 2009

Now Read This!!!!!!!

The Truckstop is reading a great book right now. "Death By Leisure, A Cautionary Tale" By Chris Ayres. Good stuff. Kind of the Loner's/Loser's guide to excess.

More later